In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”
I held the heavy metal door for the middle age man to walk through, because I know my manners. “Thank You,” he said. The man continued to the following set of doors holding them open for me to pass, I guess to return the favor. I walked through. “You’re welcome!” He said sternly. I looked behind my shoulders and shrugged. I assume he wanted me to be kind. Who said I was a kind stranger anyways?
Ouch! Feeling a little bitchy today? I hope it gets better! Love and naked hugs! 🙂
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Lmao. No, I just made it up. Thank You though lmao.
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LOL! 🙂
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That’s what I love about fiction. It can incite extreme emotions and drive the reader to presume the author’s motives. Alas the truth can never really be known.
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