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Micro Fiction: A story in 99 words
Rush-hour
He’s here, spying on me over the shoulders of rush hour. I feel him everywhere, but he has the wisdom to stay hidden. He loves me too much to hurt me - or let anyone else. I’m cool, safe on the underground with AC. But desperation will have him sweating like cheese in the sun. What he does is creepy, sleazy and illegal, he knows all this but it doesn’t stop him. He knows we will never be friends, let alone anything else, but still he continues. Yet in a macabre way, he is a strange comfort to me.
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