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Trapped In A Religious Sect, Simeon's Story

His joints ached from the cold. Crunching up the empty coke can, he tossed it into the bin with a perfect throw and left the park.

He walked up Church Street and turned onto the High Street, chest tight with anger.

He didn’t like wandering around searching for people, as it reminded him of how he’d run along the Dorset cove in the middle of a heat wave, a boy of eight looking for an elderly gentleman and their wife, eager for news on estranged relatives.

He’d ended up by the fair marquee in the middle of the seaside resort, sweaty and thirsty and hungry. Holidaymakers had turned to stare at him. Children enjoying candyfloss and ice cream and cans of fizzy drink. The kids had giggled, amused by his shabby, old-fashioned clothing and the scruffy sandals on his feet.

But the elderly gentleman and his wife never came back, despite their promises. They’d abandoned him.
Written by Lozzamus
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A Fictional Depiction Of Abandonment from a previous novel, unpublished, Dark Whispers, a psychological thriller
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