IMAGINARY

 


He was tired of the repetition, the daily slog, the inevitability of it all. Even when something different happened – a change in the weather, a new person in the neighbourhood, even a sudden and common threat. It didn’t matter because he knew already, none of it’s real, it’s all imaginary.


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Published on June 03, 2017 06:25
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Postcard from a Pigeon

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