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Five Sentence Fiction – Tattered

When they find the remains, it is hard to believe that this was once a person, a whole human being, a someone like you or me.  Yesterday, when he’d heard about the grizzly in the area, he should have made him stay home, even if he was old enough to make his own decisions now. His clothing was tattered, along with most of his skin…shredded beyond recognition.  As he falls to his knees, the sheriff grabs his arm, looks at him and asks, “Nathan, how can you be sure it’s him?”  It takes him a moment to answer, but he finally chokes out, “The Nike hat…I gave it to him for his 21st birthday…this morning.”

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