A short story by Ketut Bayu Catur Paramahita
Written in 2020 as a final project of Prose Fiction Course
English Language Education Department,
Universitas Pendidikan Ganesha
Average.
Average is the first thing that would come to anyone’s mind when they first saw
this man’s face. Curly black hair, forgettable face, generic sense of fashion.
Not a single thing stood out except for the bandage in his wrist. The blood had
dried, and it must have been new. It was still white and clean.
His
record wasn’t any different. It was perfectly average, too. Nothing stood out.
No record of abuse, no record of criminal activity, and no noteworthy
achievement, either. He was an average
man, an average student, living an average school life. About the only thing
that stood out was his suicide attempt 3 days ago, and now he’s here, in my
office, looking at me with that stupid half-smile.