He didn’t say much. He wasn’t a good conversationalist. He worked quietly in the factory. He came everyday to work and was never absent or late. When he arrived, he just smiled. They knew he was a lonely man.
One day he didn’t come to work. Everyone noticed immediately. He didn’t own a cellphone, so they agreed to visit his rented room. They knocked on the door, but no one answered. They turned the doorknob and the door opened. They entered. They saw his work clothes neatly folded on his bed. The room had an aromatic scent.
It was frankincense.
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Kindly help this struggling writer through Ko-fi.