Day 123

He was nobody, really. Just a guy straddling a plastic chair in an empty ground floor. His legs limp, his disposition succumbed. He was topless. His back pale, uncorded, and bathing in the sunlight. His arms were crossed over the chair’s neck. His whole body tucked in, embracing the plastic thing. He’s nobody.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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