Going Mad

Fluidicthought

“Whatcha doin?” I asked.

“Waiting for the train. I don’t know when it’s coming but I’ve been waiting a long time.” He replied.

“Where are you going?” I said.

“I’ve been working. I’m trying to get home.”

He was sitting in his recliner chair at home. The mirrors and glass doors have been covered up to hide the reflection of an old man he does not recognise and who frightens him. He slips through time periods of his life. Today he is much younger and still working.

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