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Submitted to Contest #221
He stacks the shelves quotidian; clings to monotony in a defence against unspoken accusation— a quote attributed to no-one. He tidies, dusts; his shoes slip and slide on the floor. And briefly sliding like socks on polished tiles, he slips into a quotation of his childhood. Recollection wounds. The spirit of Eli did not speak; there were no whispers from the grave. To be haunted by a ghostly apparition would be a blessing; a mercy. But he is haunted by himself— by his lonesome. He remains; his brother reduced himself to remains. And he is ha...
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