He picked at the numerous cracks in his forehead wondering when they first showed up. He pulled a piece off. It resembled flesh colored eggshell. He removed another piece and another after that. When the hole was big enough, he used a mirror to peer into the hole.
He was empty. He had nothing left. His wife left him for another and that ate at him. Over worked and under paid, his job consumed him. Everyone and everything took its piece from him. There was nothing left to take.
There was nothing left of this shell of a used-up man.
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