Misanthrope

His mom was worried about her son’s solitude and dull attitude after he got transferred to the new city. As a lead to comfort him, she enquired upon his early arrival, “Why didn’t you attend your office party?”

“I’m not a misanthrope, Mom. I just don’t get along with the people here,” he replied in an irritating tone and immediately apologized for his harsh behaviour. He left the spot with an excuse.

The man who once thought he was brave enough to handle things, now realized he wasn’t so, esp. to let go of a person he loved, forever.

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This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘misanthrope’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 99 words.