Flash Fiction: Everything Bagel

We open on…

EXT. New York Streets, Evening

Our main character walks down a gum-stained sidewalk.  We focus on the line of apartment buildings running along the road.  They all look exactly the same.  Our main character’s life has been a long trail of patterns, habits, and events, all so similar that they run together into one indistinguishable path, rendering memory, itself, a blank canvas.

He stops at a bagel shop.  He orders the “everything bagel,” even though it means nothing.

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