Friday Fictioneers 1-31-2019

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The colored-blanket sky stretched out around him, weighting him down and back to earth. He liked the soft plushness of it; the tingling hint of chill creeping around the edges of the horizon. Out here he was so totally alone he was alien. Nothing else existed.

The hills reminded him of the Blue Ridge he’d left so long ago, back when he could barely remember. His cell lay on another chair, ever silent. No cell signal. No calls.

His ‘fuck-you’ to  the world.

Tomorrow it would fuck him back.

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