TymeProse: Odd Little Man

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Odd Little Man

He was an odd little man, in the meanest of terms, traveling far into the city, much further than he intended. And on his way he gathered carcasses of animals and birds, pretending they were alive and making conversation with them for company. He did not know he was lonely with no place among the living, so he chose the remains of those who reflected his image the most. Death followed him through alleys and streets and ballooned like a mirror in every face-- his mind the vestige of a very cold... Sign in to see full entry.

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