I live in a doomed world, I think grimly as I huddle in the dark corner of the Red Mountain Market and Deli, my go-to grocery store some 20 years ago. Teeth clattering, hands shaking, I reach into my jacket pocket for my trusty bottle of Ibuprofen. Great, final two.
After a moment of hesitation, I pop them into my mouth and crush them with my teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. The bitterness no longer bothers me, not after 5 years.
What is happening to this world? I wonder.
This world’s going to hell, that’s what’s happening. My subconscious replies.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
This is Another Story 
The atmosphere is bleak, discouraging, and dark—just as you planned it. Good job 🙂
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The picture looked quite bleak to me from first sight which made it hard for me to come up with anything happy. Thank you for reading.
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A doomsday tale for sure. Nicely written.
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Thank you.
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sad depiction of a homeless person living on the edge. obviously, he needs help for a long time now.
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I wouldn’t say the narrator is homeless. I’d say he has a home somewhere but just can’t get to at the moment.
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Nicely done. And so sad.
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Thanks and yes, it is indeed a sad tale.
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