The Withered Blossom:

 

Title: The Withered Blossom:

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Sans had once bloomed, but now his steps faltered, burdened by weakness and the grip of exhaustion. When the struggle intensified, he had no choice but to pause. Taking even a single step became impossibility. He stumbled, and his belongings fell to the ground as he slipped from his back onto the earth. Yet, he paid it no mind. He sat there, letting moments pass as he revived his breath, wiped away the sweat, and relieved his fatigue.

The question of picking up the fallen load seemed trivial now. His feet no longer bore the weight of his burden. He had distanced himself from the act of picking up. Now, the thought of getting up and going home lingered in his mind. However...

"What to do with the belongings?"

If only he had hired a rickshaw, but where would he find one in the quiet of the night? If not on the main road, how would he locate it here? Lockdown had confined life to limits, and his home was a kilometer away. He was startled by a sudden voice as he stood there thinking.

"Oh! senior one Are you well? Why do you appear anxious?

A vigorous man in his forties, enhanced in a suit, tended to him.

"Well, the hassle is that I forgot I'm now old. If I couldn't find a rickshaw, I had planned to walk, but..."

"No worries. I'll take you. Where do you need to go?"

He was ready to assist him immediately. In less than ten minutes, they reached his home. Placing the belongings on the ground, he was about to turn away when the elderly man stopped him.

"Take this."

"What is this?"

"Its wages, son. Accept them."

"I come from a humble background. You have mistaken me for a fallen laborer."

Saying this, he bid farewell, but the old man watched him standing there for quite some time.

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