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| A man on a bench. | Started by: Sectory on Sep 06, '18 15:47 |
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Every morning, Sectory goes outside, his mother always told him to seize the day. So he went. He takes a walk to the nearby park and sits on his favorite bench. The bench with the view of the crossroad. Because, as you may know, there's always something happening on a crossroad. He sees various things, from prostitution to drug-deals, from people getting shot to run over by wagons. But today is different. The crossroad was empty at this time. No horses, no wagons, no drugs, not a single person walked on the crossroad this morning. It wasn't raining, the sun was out for once, almost no wind at all. Fascinated by this moment Sectory took a huge breath and decided to go towards the crossroad, to see what's wrong. Walking towards the crossroad he noticed people standing in the windows, looking at him with fearful eyes. The eyes that do not want to see ANYONE walking in the street. He soon found out why.. |
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