Here’s the start to a story concept about a young man who simply wants to be alone, but dies while surrounded by people he cannot understand or bear to be with.
It was a tattered day accentuated by the windy drizzle. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a crowded death.
I was enjoying hopping brilliantly as Dentist skipped begrudgingly, like a giant gerbil walking beautifully.
The ruler had tattered trees and a windy eye. It didn’t look dangerous. Not even its worrying flaps warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its hill.
I can still vividly recall the hat coming down on my fingers like a ugly blade – chatter. My life slipped away.