A Day in the Life of...
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Can you guess who the character is by the end of the story...?
CASE 12 – The Picture
The Usual Spot hadn't changed a bit.
The musty green blanket that served as the entrance was as tattered and ragged as ever. The chain link fence surrounding the club was unlocked. He made his way inside the complex, making sure not to prick his fingers on the barbed black wire. When he arrived in front of the dark green blanket, he found himself taking a deep breath.
He closed his eyes and took a brief moment to listen to the familiar train tracks that rattled whenever the wheels pressed against its rusty exterior. The sound instantly brought back warm memories of the lazy afternoon sun and the cool taste of ice cream.
He pulled the blanket aside and stepped into the room. There were some other people inside who were crowded around an antique coffee table, where a small photo was encased in a wooden frame.
"Isn't it so pretty?" a girl asked, turning to look at the others who circled around the photo.
"Yeah. I'll remember that forever."
"Let's go grab some more copies!"
"Right-o!"
Simultaneously, the three turned around and started towards the entrance. Their faces were blank and expressionless – they didn't even bother to acknowledge the figure that was standing right in front of them.
To them, he was invisible, opaque – imaginary.
He felt a rush of air each time one of them walked through him, turning to look at them as they left, hoping that maybe they would notice who they had just passed through.
But they didn't.
As the sound of their footsteps faded from earshot, the boy turned towards the picture frame and picked it up. Upon looking, he dropped it on the floor, breaking the fragile wooden frame in the process.
He collapsed to the floor with shaking knees and shoulders. He slowly picked up the photo and held it between his gloved fingers, hoping that the image had changed.
But the photo still presented the same three figures. They were grinning from ear to ear, each holding a stick of ice cream behind a shining summer sun.
His head low and he scrunched his eyes tight.
"Why...did they forget me?"
DID YOU GUESS RIGHT?
BECAUSE THE ANSWER WAS…Roxas.
Until next time...
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