Wednesday, May 20, 2020

A 55-word Story

That morning, the old man approached the noisy crowd. He went through the melee, gnarled hands pulling, thrusting as he tried to get his feeble body through the resistant, cursing mob and having crossed it, took a key to open the door to the shop that had a big sign in front of it. "SALE".

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