Sunday, February 9, 2014

He Must Be an Alien

Today's prompt words in bold.

The visitor had a secret hobby. He scrutinized scattered fragments of people’s lives left on street corners, beaches, restaurants, etc, etc, etc.

When I asked why, he said he wanted to know if their lives formed an equinox, a balance.

Is there such a thing, I asked?

Are you crazy? In this screwed up world?

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