It's still dark out. I'm sitting on my unmade bed, still fully clothed in my work clothes.
I got up, put my shoes on, and went for a walk.
The rain has stopped, but it was still wet. The smell of water was still strong everywhere.
He was there again, in the coffee shop.
I think he works there.
I just stood still, watching him talk to some man I've never seen before, while he wiped off the counters.
Then he saw me, and excused himself.
He made his way over, and I turned around.
I wasn't sure if he followed me, but I turned into the park.
There, I found four men.
And I wished I stayed and talked to the coffee shop man.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
