His last note

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He dropped his pen and looked around.

The room was empty as it always had been. He smiled to himself and rubbed his wrinkled chin. His eyes swelled up but no time to rub them off.

The sun had set and the wind had died. The room was empty as it always had been.

Only note he left on the lonely table read:

I was here.

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Published by Arun Writes

An aspiring essentialist, a fantasy geek and a word hunter, on a new path.

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5 thoughts on “His last note”

  1. I keep coming back here, to see if I can get what it says. But still can’t. The writing style is flawless, but I can’t quite get it. Could you please explain it to me?

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    1. The base idea of the note is to show that he existed even though no one noticed he was alive. He was always alone, never had much to do with his life.

      Its my take on it, but I am open to further interpretations. Feel free to do so. There is always different meanings to words, it’s just a matter of perspective.

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