This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
He thought he knew
He thought he knew what they meant when they said ‘You’re different’.
He thought he was special. Mum and dad…they loved him immensely. His siblings they had so much admiration for him. They all talked of him when he wasn’t there and he was fan-flocked when he was.
He flew higher and higher…evidently he was the best, better than all he’d left behind.
He thought he did right…always…
He blamed and cursed them all, looking out of the small window of his big house.
He thought he knew why he lives alone.
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