Under The Rug: A Short Story

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Under the Rug From start to finish. The old man examined how each individual water droplet splashed once it reached the ground one after the other. He would lay on the bed and watch how the raindrops fell from the roof and how reunited they became once they landed. His rusty, most prized, phonograph, played in the background, the sweet melody of The temptations singers, soothed his ears. The rhyming beat of the instruments made the man feel young again and brought back part of the happiness he once carried with his significant other. “I guess it’s time to get up and make my breakfast already.” he said, as he looked at the clock. He then made his daily coffee and toast and took it to the living room sofa, he hated sitting on the table. The

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