Flash Fiction, Prose

Highway – Sydney Adams

he was a highway.
stuck one place never able to move on
his journey had ended though the road was endless
he sat day in and day out as people came into his life only to leave instantaneously
leaving him with nothing but a vast emptiness and a heart as black as asphalt


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