“Where's the security chief?” the woman kept asking every passerby.
People passed her without a word, thinking she has gone mad.
She held me, asked me the same question.
I asked her “what's the problem”
She was able to say a few words after catching her breath.
“The security guard”.
This short story is a 50 words microfiction story using @mariannewest daily freewrite prompt "security guard" inspired by @felt.buzz
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