He built the small town with his bare hands. It was where he felt most alive. He prided himself on knowing all the locals and conversed for hours with the shopkeepers and bartenders. He was keenly aware of everyone’s comings and goings. And he enjoyed all the gossip; there was so much drama! In this town he was king. He vowed to live there forever.
Until the night nurse arrived and reminded him to take his pills. As he drifted off to sleep, the retirement home fell silent as did his miniature town on the craft table in his room.
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This is my third attempt at flash fiction for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by CEAyr. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This entry was exactly 100 words!