Another Microfiction

One Man's Land
Yihan

2nd Draft

Sitting in the corner,
He yelled in fluent Cantonese.

"Drugs are the best. Yes, THE BEST!"

He paced listlessly,
Slamming handles; kicking walls.
Then he cried.

I looked intently at him;

There’s a tag dangling from his ear.

And on his clothing, seven outstanding words read:

“National Moral Home for the Disabled Adults”.

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1st Draft
He yelled in fluent Cantonese;
Sitting in the corner,
As though afraid of the commuters.

"Heroine is the best. Yes, THE BEST!"

He walked to and fro the carriages,
Slamming handles; kicking walls.

Then he cried.
I Looked intently at him;
His crestfallen face of self-defeat.

There’s a tag dangling gently from his ear.