He wrote a few lines and stopped. “What the hell am I doing?”, he thought.
“I just can’t think about something like that, not right now, or ever.”
He threw the paper away. Suddenly he became aware of bitter taste in his mouth.
“Just like everything else”, he thought. “Nothing but bitterness!”
(P.S. This is my first attempt of writing 55ers i.e. stories fit in 55 words only)
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