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She ceased to exist long before anyone realized.

Bit by bit, she changed – her humming, playfulness – it’s all part of maturity, concluded everyone. Her monotonous smile – oh, that’s just how it is, as you grow up and get busy with life, trivial things are lost and forgotten. Look at her, the graceful lady she has become, putting others ahead of her, always thoughtful!

No one realized that she ceased to exist altogether, a stranger to herself!


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Welcome to the weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction. Every Tuesday I will write a micro-fiction in five sentences based on the prompt.  The above story is written for the prompt LOST. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Lost as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

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