Nobody Knows
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Complete Wed, May 1, 2013<5 mins
Short story, just a try at horror. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, my idea of symbolism is a bit screwed up.
471 words - "In the end nothing mattered anymore. No house, no family, no Sundays out in the woods looking for the right place for a picnic in the greenery. He was alone and waiting for the pain to finally end, for the knife to come down and paint a red line on his throat."
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