Demolition
Nov 6th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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He passed the tax building, now being slowly demolished.
“Everything’s done online these days,” he thought bitterly.
He’d been a manager there, running his section with the efficiency of a concentration camp commandant.
“Got any spare change?” asked one of a group of teenagers watching the demolition.
Giving them an evil stare, he walked on.
“Goddam!” The beer can struck him on the back of the head.
“Fuck off and die, you old fart!” he heard as they ran off laughing.
He looked at the shell of the building for a while.
Soon – like him – it would be gone forever.
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