She sat there quietly eating in the corner watching everyone else come and go. Watching the gatherings. Watching the workers in their flurry of activity.
She didn’t feel alone. Although, she very well could have. She just didn’t feel anything. She didn’t even fill full or satiated. Food was nothing in her being. But yet she didn’t move or try to leave. She just stared up at people and then on the phone. That horrible gadget that kept her tethered to the past. She should just get up and leave that phone behind. She’d probably finally have peace.
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