PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I knew something serious had happened when I saw the empty chair. It had not been empty at 7:42 AM for any of the last 813 mornings. I didn’t know the man’s name, but maybe it was finally time to stop and see what was going on and what had happened. I just hoped I wasn’t too late to help. Twenty minutes later, I got back into my car, dumbfounded. No one knew who was I talking about. There was no man sitting alone in a chair. Much less one who had been sitting alone for over two years.
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