8th
A short story about a beautiful day.
It was a beautiful day so I thought I would sit outside instead of sitting inside like I usually do.
An old man sat down next to me.
“It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?” I said to the old man.
The old man turned and looked at me, trying to remember how to speak.
After a moment, he said “You’re the first person to talk to me in the past 20 years.”
He reached over and shook my hand.
“When you get to be an old man like me, the world forgets about you. It’s amazing how much you tend to not exist.” The old man said.
“I thought I was a ghost for the past 20 years.” The old man said.
“Yes, it is a beautiful day. It is a beautiful day.” The old man said.
He got up and walked away. Still speaking and still alive.
“A beautiful day. It is a beautiful day.” The old man continued to say.
“A beautiful day.” I said.
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