Funky
Jan 8th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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There was something funky about the way no one noticed as he walked the sidewalk.
The gentleman picking out fruit at the corner stand. The woman walking her dog towards him. The delivery man checking over the boxes in back of his truck. Never mind it was ten in the evening.
Not one person glanced in his direction.
He stopped at the newsstand, looked over the headlines, asked about the impending strike at the local paper. The vendor grunted noncommittally.
He fished into his pocket, as if looking for change, and drew in one smooth motion.
Everyone reacted at once.