They say the Antarctic is the loneliest place in the world. A desolation of white in all directions. The howl of wind and snow. If you walk far enough from your base, you will be miles from any other human being.
But that is only one sort of loneliness. A loneliness that can be cured by the sight of another human face.
There are other kinds.
The loneliest place in the world is in a crowd. The loneliest thing of all is to be surrounded, to hear voices laughing, to see faces smiling, and yet still be utterly alone.
Word Count: 99
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Roger Bultot for providing the prompt photo!