No Longer Needed

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No Longer Needed

A Flash Fiction

I lay here, watching. Just watching. Watching life go on without me. No longer needed. No longer useful.

But that’s okay. I understand why. I had a long run after all.

I remember the good times, like hanging out with my friend at school all day. Sometimes his friends on occasion. I remember the bad times too. Like when my friend accidently injured me. He didn’t mean it, he was just frustrated and got a little rough.

But that’s okay. I still supported him.

Until now, I can’t anymore, and it saddens me. He replaced me, went with the fancy types. The ones that can keep going forever. The mechanical ones.

But I understand why. So I’ll continue to lay here, on his desk for as long as he wishes. I wonder if he still knows I’m here, his first pencil. Gathering dust on my wooden body, covering my number 2.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this short story, consider checking out some of my other work. Also, connect with me on Twitter! I enjoy engaging with other writers.