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Short Story

The boy on the rail suddenly disappeared one day, slipping through my fingers like the sand that sat beneath him.

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by monoomochi

by monoomochi

I decided to wait a week.

It was pain and torture, but what could happen.

I was walking by today, but this time he was facing the by passers, wearing my jacket and softly rubbing the rock with his thumb.

Is he keeping it in hopes of finding the person that gave him the jacket?

If so then he's a sweet boy, I can't wait to meet him.