He knocked on one door first. Then another.
Nobody opened.
He went under some windows and whistled.
He whistled again harder.
Nothing.
He couldn't find anyone to play with. None of his friends.
He went home crestfallen, as he had done every year, for many years now.
He entered the dining room and sat at the table, in front of the birthday cake.
He huffed over the flames though he knew he would fail to blow out all eighty-five candles.
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A/N: Music theme song: The Connells: "'74-75."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
