There is a man who appeared as bare as a newborn. He stands as tall as he can, unwavering in the gaze of so many. Who is he? Nobody seems to know. Everybody is whispering in hushed tones. What should they do about him? Can they ignore him? He is not to be ignored. He stands defiant of their critical eyes. He looks at no one, yet his upright face seems to be looking at everyone. People begin to feel afraid. What is his power? It maybe the power of the unusual. It mesmerises and paralyses.
He hears faint whispers. Barely audible, can these be imaginations of the overwrought mind? They’re talking about oneself. O, how can others know about me? Fie, be gone; its my schizophrenia tendencies acting up. My mouth is dry. Where is everyone? Why is there none when I wish for company? My cell phone will save me. Hello? “The subscriber is not available. Please try again later.”
What is he to do?
People are often afraid of the unknown – and then demonise it.
I sense something good in your character, something that will be for their benefit.
Good story.