What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is to "Write a story in which a character finds an object that he or she has no intention of returning." This 100 word piece COULD be a snippet of a 600 word piece to be submitted to NPR.
He was hunched and craven in appearance, not someone one would contemplate treating with kindness. Not someone one would treat with at all, in fact - his was a repulsive countenance, if not ... frightening.
He sat on the bench in the park, watching the world skitter past him, around him, never getting close enough to interact with, never touching. Never feeling.
A glint in the grass caught his eye. He reached down and picked up the mirrored shard, looked into it, briefly, then slowly slipped it into his pocket.
"Mine", he thought. "It must be very broken. I look so pretty."