He Wasn’t

I walked outside for a break this morning and saw an old fella sitting in his car. Head slumped over mouth open. I was a little concerned, but you can’t just invade people’s space, so I went on tho the car.

Coming back as I passed his car, I saw that he hadn’t moved, and guilt got the better of me, so I went to check.

I spoke loudly to get his attention, scared him; he scared me and then thanked me for my concern.

At least he wasn’t dead.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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