Exposed: A 50 Word Story

Standing in the middle of a tiny room, the size of the bedroom where he put fingers to keyboard,
they looked at him behind blurry reading glasses.
The words…the papers in front of him began to fall.

A hint of his heart. A pinch from his mind.
Naked.
Exposed.

*This little piece is dedicated for all those who’ve submitted a piece of writing for whatever and felt the squirming feeling of the moment(s) before acceptance or rejection, yet they still go on.

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