Flash Fiction: Get Out

“You really need to get out. This isn’t healthy.”

He sat in his chair the entire while, going for days without taking a bath. His attractive features had hidden behind  his long hair and unkempt beard, making him look like a neanderthal. I looked at the table. It was littered with cigarettes, junk food and cheap booze. The area around his chair was littered with medicines and tissues. Clearly, was not taking care of his health, or himself, or any thing at all. I could not bear to see him in this state any longer.

“It was just an exam….”

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Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers 17 August 2018