the hitchhiker(50 word story)

A disheveled old man with white hair was walking down a dark road. The cars that passed
by him honked in laughter. The old man saw a red rose, he grabbed it in despair.
Devil is his new name and there was no more honking laughter by the passing cars.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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