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Strangers

Published On: 01-05-2015 22:52

He sipped the coffee that he had made this morning, he didn’t care that it got cold. He had a ten minute break and he wasn’t going to waste it in the kitchen making coffee with all those hypocritical smiles in suits. All he wanted to do was stare down the glass windows of the office. The illusion of being down there with all those people, wandering if they ever thought that there could be an observer watching them while they went about their daily lives. He made up stories about them and gave them names, to him they weren’t strangers anymore. Each time he saw a new face he was thrilled to add a piece to the puzzle. At times he would focus his gaze on the reflection right in front of him, curious eyes staring back at him behind the iron bars of the window panes. Like a mockingbird trapped in a cage.

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