I saw something today that made me think.
I saw a man on a bench.
And I wondered what he was doing there.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen him.
He was always there.
Sitting on the same bench.
I don’t know why I haven’t thought about him before.
I guess I never cared.
But today I wondered.
What is he doing there every day?
He’s never talking to anyone.
He’s never even looking at anyone.
He just sits there with his eyes closed.
I thought about asking him but then I thought that might be rude.
Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered.
But I still wonder, even more now when I’ve started noticing him as I walk past, what is he doing there?
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Categories: flash fiction