Written by Jack Owen Jardine

The Disembodied Man

by Jack Owen Jardine

It was a cold night, and lonely, for George Jameson. He paced the floor of his apartment, back  and forth, into the kitchen, into the hall, through the bedroom, back and forth. Angrily, he reached for his coat. Maybe some fresh air would do him good. He buttoned the coat, fumbled for his overcoat. Then he walked outdoors.It was snowing. The cl..