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FLASH FICTION
This Old Man
A 100-word story
I’m looking through the window and an old man is staring back at me.
He mimics my movements like a well-rehearsed dance.
He glares with wonder and amusement as he places his hands on mine.
The corner of his lip curls into a smile and then a grin.
We laugh together for a moment.
He has familiar eyes like a distant relative or an old forgotten friend.
I tilt my head left and then right.
He does the same as if he can read my mind.
It hits me suddenly like a deep stabbing wound.
This old man is me.