Someone with Nothing
It had happened without warning. It had happened without provocation. It had happened when I’d least expected it. (Or at least when I hadn’t expected it.) On the first day, they took everything. On the second day, they took everything else.
On the third day, I had nothing. (Least of all myself.) This was going to make it really difficult to get everything back. I wouldn’t have known where to start. (And it occurs to me that I might not have known where to stop either.)
I was almost positive that they had taken all of everything from me. Due to an error of some sort. Some algorithm got confused. A decimal was dropped and they took everything. And everything else. (Including me.)
I know that they had not mistakenly taken everything from me. That much I knew. But when they took everything else. Well… clearly that had been a mistake of some sort.
When they possess everything I have. And everything I am, How am I to get any of it back? When they possess even my will to have it returned? And somehow I feel I’m missing something more than they’ve already taken from me. With everything else gone, all I seemed to have was time. (Or some wispy phantom of a concept of it.) So all I could do was wait.
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