He was cast out...

…and he was neither seen nor heard from ever again, ‘round these parts.

Nor will he ever be.

Our town’s vigilant, we’ll make a point of that.

No one can remember what it was he did to deserve our collective scorn, but whatever it was, it must’ve been awful.

After all, our community doesn’t make mistakes. Not here, not ever. Not once we’ve put our heads together and settled on something.

We cast him out, so casting him out must have been the right choice, the only choice.

Thus: He’ll never be seen or heard from again, for whatever reason.

Weekly Prompt Story: Grace

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Graceland

By Christopher Munroe

I believe, I believe, we all will be received in Graceland…

Except for the clumsy.

Anyone clumsy gets turned away at the gates, cast out to wander, shunned and utterly alone, through the desolate, awkward wastelands from whence they came, and shall so wander until the day they die.

Hopefully that day won’t be long coming. Hopefully they’ll eventually bump into, trip over or fall upon something they can’t handle.

And then die, alone, as they lived, alone.

We, meanwhile, will relax in a land of permanent grace.

Well, you will.

I’m clumsy as hell, I likely won’t get in…