A Cure For Acute Social Withdrawal

His three piece suit and raspy voice seemed somewhat of a contradiction. His face was pale and thin, wearing a 4 day beard. He’d stare at the floor for long periods at a time, only to look up if something deemed worthy of his attention. To describe his social skills as appalling would be putting it politely. A recluse at heart with a hint of maverick. This would soon change. Like a moth to the light, it would only be a matter of time before he was drawn towards his suitor. She rivaled him in every way. On occasion he suspected he was talking to himself. she became his reflection, his shadow. If life seemed complicated before it was even harder to understand now. His complexion eased in time. They would stay in bed on Sunday’s, taking turns in the kitchen. A well rounded individual he became.

A Cure For Acute Social Withdrawal

DavidBaddeley

Anywhere, United Kingdom

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I wrote this a long journey going home…I was driving through Bristol at the time…although this has no connection with the story.

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