I once stopped in at a flea market.
The sign said all the neighbors had donated items to be sold to help fund a community well.
I was strolling from table to table when I was stopped in my tracks by a pair of prostetic legs. They were standing guard over the small appliances. I was really creeped out.
Who's had they been? Why weren't they needed anymore? What warped individual thought they would be a hot item for a fund raiser?
I shrugged off a shiver and left the market. I left them standing there. The legs with nobody in them.
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