The Human Parts Fiction Prompt #1
Human Parts
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Still now we call it home. Its strange to call this place an apartment you know. I was born here. My brother was born here. And so was my father, some 58 years back.

Before my father was born, it was called home too, someone else’s though. But then when he was born it became his home. Somewhere in the time between him growing up and me being born, all around him homes changed their names. They became apartments. There was no classified ad that was on The Telegraph. It was wholesale, mass, rapid transformation.

Apartments and homes have a lot in common. Its the same flesh and bones. Its the same address. But something other than the name has changed. Its like people who were meant to be apart lived in apartments. While those who were never apart lived in homes.

This apartment isn’t an apartment, its home.

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