Every morning he gets out of bed with a groan and a cracking of joints. A bowl of sugary cereal for nutrition. Everyone thinks he’s odd. People avoid his judgmental gaze. At work, they wonder why he’s still there; with his vulgar laugh, know-it-all attitude, and lethargic, lengthy lectures.
He never notices; autism has blinders.
If you are wondering why that was so short, it's because it is flash fiction. Flash fiction is a story told in 55 words, with a beginning, middle, and end, characters and conflict, and usually a twist at the end.
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