His Place In The World

Andrew didn’t understand why people ignored him when he reached out to them. It wasn’t as if he was annoying or anything. In fact he knew his place in the world and worked diligently to remember where he stood.

This evening, Andrew reached out to one of his friends and heard nothing for hours. He wasn’t sure if she had grown unhappy or angry with him. It was possible that she did because that’s how Andrew’s mind worked.

So Andrew washed his hands, brewed a small cup of coffee and settled in front of his computer. Baseball was on the TV. It reminded Andrew of his childhood and how good he was at playing the game.

But then he heard a beep. He heard it again. There, under a stack of windows on his computer, was a response.

About Ray Onativia

Blogger, Photographer, Human.
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