Yesterday something happened that sacred me.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
There was a man in our building who came up to us, drunk as a skunk, and started yelling.
I didn’t understand much of what he said but the incident was enough to freak me out.
This morning I saw the man again and he didn’t say anything.
I guess he couldn’t remember.
But I remember.
And I’m still freaked out.
I just pray I won’t see him ever again.
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Categories: flash fiction