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I gained inspiration for this new bit of flash fiction after spending time in an old cemetery with my camera. This particular tombstone seemed so lonely and forgotten that I wanted to write about it. This flash fiction is under 100 words. Here I lie forgotten, broken, sunken in the ground. Do you see me? No. No one sees me. In life I was just a shadow on the wall. In death I’m a chore for the groundskeeper.

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