Monday's Fiction in 58

Monday. Time for a Fiction in 58.

Drone
Life strips him down to nothingness, just a number on a paper in a file lost in a drawer.
Repetition defines him. Rise, shower, eat, work, home, eat, sleep.
His world is colorless, until he meets her selling fruit on the corner. She wears a flower in her chestnut hair.
She smiles.
And his thoughts turn to revolution.

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