He’s just standing there.
What’s he doing?
I want to ask.
I want to walk up to him and ask what he’s doing standing there.
I want to know.
No strike that, I need to know.
The whole scene is bugging me.
I have to know what he’s doing.
But I don’t know how to ask.
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Categories: flash fiction