Did you catch Monday's feature of I.D. by CarlHoliday? This short story can really catch you in the feels, in so many different ways. Seriously, it's a gamut of emotions, but if I tell you what they are, I might give away too much, so you'll have to read the story to feel them for yourself. If I haven't tempted you yet, check out this excerpt below. 

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He was in an emergency room. He didn’t have any I.D. Told them he’d been robbed at that park in that city he moved to when he sold the ranch. He heard someone say indigent. Were they talking about him? He wasn’t indigent. He had more than enough money from the sale of the ranch, but he didn’t have I.D. You’re a nobody without I.D., and he didn’t have I.D. They couldn’t process the paperwork without his I.D. Why couldn’t he remember his name? Someone came in and took his fingerprints, said it might take a few days, but not to worry. Everybody was somebody; they just needed to get his I.D.

How many days was it he stayed in the hospital before the social worker came in to explain he wasn’t sick enough to stay and had to leave? He remembered asking where he could go. He was a stranger down here; all his people were somewhere else.

“Where are your people?”

Where? There was a ranch. A big ranch, but no one left to take care of it and it had to go. After school they’d scattered like a bunch of kids when a gumball dispenser gets stuck open. Nobody stayed close to home. Nobody wanted to be a rancher.

He sold the ranch. Moved to the city. But he didn’t have I.D. He didn’t know where he belonged. 

 

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