77 Words (10-27-11)

October 27, 2011 — Leave a comment

Sidney was short. Stout. Conflicted by the horrors that human beings could inflict on one another. But he didn’t cringe much. He was cuddly.

He still managed to smile at strangers as they passed by. And he stopped having that dream about falling to his demise with a smile on his face and scorn in his heart.

But he never spoke. Important thoughts, images glued together for him by him needn’t escape.  No one knew him. Until…

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