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The warm sunshine danced on his face and his eyelids blinked in the light. His hand unsteadily shielded both eyes as the other groped the ground in an attempt to steady himself. Soon he was sitting with his back propped against the wall.
He looked around his surroundings. The cobbled path, stone
walls and the metallic manhole covers. A
woman walked past, averting her gaze as her steps quickened.
His shirt felt damp under the left pocket. He touched it instinctively and looked at his
fingers coated in a sticky red film.
He was not going to make his appointment.
I am in the middle of a break right now, so actually do not have any appointments to miss (except a FF deadline).
Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
I am in the middle of a break right now, so actually do not have any appointments to miss (except a FF deadline).