A Faded Memory


He had lived his life at one remove from the world around him, and now he was paying the price in madness. The crowd passed by him without notice or concern. Could they not see him laying there? Would no one help stop the bleeding? His existence faded into memory.

This short was written for 50 Word Thursday #16


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