*This is my last 100-word-story that I will be writing (for a while at least). I may later return to it but for now just enjoy this one.*
I remember the day I watched the sixteen-year-old girl be dragged into a van by a stranger. I chose not to get involved, for I might get hurt or be put in danger. The next day, as I was walking down the street, I saw her. "Why didn't you help me?" She asked. I could taste my own guilt. She continued to follow me that day until I went to touch her but she wasn't there. My imagination. As I prepare to pull the trigger today, I hope the next person will help when they see necessary. Goodbye.
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100 Word Stories
AcakThese are very short stories that contain 100 words each. No more, no less. I update when I'm bored.
