That little excitement was gone without a word, not even a good morning as she went her way.
"A waste to society, a society that is fast, faster, faster than fast... And me, slow, old or maybe just human, not a human-machine, not a faster than fast human, just a human or better, a human-waste... Sometimes being a waste gives you reason to recycle all your shit, your shit-self, maybe I can get all of my shit and go fertilize a new life..."
Later, when the market was closing, the manager just left an envelope wish some money in his locker "Thank you for your service, you are fired."
He was not surprised, he remembered that 1-second interaction from early and like an addicted, he wanted more of that and so he happily walked past that door and started his journey to find his humanity again.
THE OLD MAN - THE END
As I've told you, a shit tale, a faster than fast tale, no time to waste... Waste? For whom? Writing something so fast that it's not even worth reading, so I've just wasted your time, your life... And mine too... What a shit cycle...
As always, with love, Erica of the Dawn.
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Author's note:
I hope you've enjoyed this short story, I'm no professional writer and my mother language is not english, so feel comfortable to give advice and feedback.
More about me > https://linktr.ee/patriciamiyazima
Thanks for reading!
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