50 Word Stories: This God – This Man

The wind chills my skin, the hairs on my arm standing and swaying like eels in a riverbed. When the wind stops, they disappear and I feel sad. This repeats until I pull down my sleeves. Like God, I've just suppressed life. Who am I kidding that's what men do.

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