OUCH!: Flash Fiction and Scrap Paper Blues/// hbz

In a field of brown grass I found a dead body that wasn't me because I was the finder and the see-er of the dead body but if I saw the dead body when it was alive/// I would ask him if he remembered the first time that we noticed the difference between losing something and misplacing something/// To see if I remembered that moment correctly
Here with him on the ground and me feeling the sun and the wind it occurs to me that I found something that was supposedly lost but finding it changed the thing to a misplaced item because lost is forever/// like death.

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