the man who wasn’t one
2 min readJun 15, 2019
He walked to the mirror. He looked into his own eyes and hated what he saw there.
He’d been a man once. He’d fought in wars, hard as that may be to believe today, looking into that fat, weak face. A fat, weak man in a fat, weak world.
He looked at himself and wondered what had become of him. He’d been something once. At least, he imagined he had been. Maybe that too was an illusion.
