Micro-fiction

I wrote this on the Sixth of February 2016

With some small adjustments

Ramblings through the parks and even the city. Surrounded, but alone. I hear the buzz in my pockets. It’s then I remember that no matter where I am, I’m never more than arm reach away from a friend.

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