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Submitted to Contest #52
Freddie Roft stared out the glass doors, the kind that parted eerily whenever you drew near, almost as though something invisible was pulling it open for you. Freddie was a paranoid man who was rarely at ease. His mind raced and his brow remained in a constant furrowed state. His grey-blue eyes always appeared distant, lost in thought or memory or both. His head was small and his chin angular. He was a skinny little man, used to being walked on and having the feet of life dragged across him like a pitiful welcome mat. Something about him jus...
Surely his eyes deceived him. Everything around him would soon dissolve, leaving him panting and gasping for air within the confines of his bedroom, a puddle of sweat forming. He started with the double take, then blinked his eyes a dozen times, then finally pinched his arm; the man still stood there, a perfect match for the one he had known all those years ago. The one he had known as a friend. The one he had lost. The man was directly across the street. Ryan Feller’s eyes were wide and bulbous, taking over his entire face. A cab blew by, b...
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