9/2/15 prompt: He opened the door to find her standing
there, crying.
How he came to be
this he did not know. While having the feeling of being human, he was no longer
human. Not in the sense that he had always known. He felt the same on the inside, but so different on the outside.
The last thing he
remembered was being in the plane over war-torn Europe. He had a shoe in his
hand. He couldn’t remember why. But he knew it was important.
Here was his
house. Helen. He opened the door to find her standing there,
crying. Holding his shoe. The same shoe. Both for the left foot.
Here are the others!
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