I also finished with my short prompt of the Duolingo Challenge
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Peter see postal workers in the evening

Peter sees postal workers in the evening, every evening for the last 20 years. He had not a partner, nor an offspring, him seeing the unknown faces of postal workers in the evening was all he has. Indeed, after the workers are gone, he is left alone, in his tiny box overlooking the storehouse.

He never felt the business of day, he was asleep like a bat, yet unlike the creatures of the night, he is confined in a cage where his sole duty is to protect. Protect what exactly? What is to protect from a place that sells gravel? It’s the same gravel as the ones outside!

He saw the company motto, “Roadcorp, making roads that to the endless points of the world.” Upon such motto is a photo of a man riding a car with a cherry smile. He had thought that if such roads are endless, shouldn’t the journey in the road be endless as well? Happiness such as mr Cherry smiles in the wall are temporary, and when you’ve been riding the same car in the same road for an eternity, you may feel that all is at lost.

Maybe if such a man existed in such an endless universe, with a forced smile sown on him as eternal punishment, it only takes time to break the man, and he would do anything to see the end of such hell. The man known as Peter perhaps could sympathize with the man on the wall, how could he not? The man on the wall is his only companion for the night, and the night before, and all nights since.
Peter sipped his coffee, blacker than a moonless night, hotter and more bitter than hell itself. He read the newspaper left from his co-workers in the morning, if they actually remembered the old Peter. It was the only method of entertainment, there wasn’t any television nor a book. Just the morning news with stories of what goes on outside his tiny little box. The faces of horror from plight, remorse from crime, or joy from victory, and whatever that are unexpected, at least they have an exiting life in the world.

The people in the newspaper, their emotions and lives, no matter how far or close from happiness, would make them missed. Who would miss Peter? Peter’s friends are long gone from the war, and he is left alone guarding this storehouse. The other workers forgot his presence, let alone the big cats. They say gifts are given to those who devoted themselves to the trade for a long time. What’s the point if no one remembered Peter anyway?

He had sent all he had to charity, for it is the day the road ends, life is all about decision of course. He has done what was done, and what could be done. Now, he’s done.

Peter reached the end of his “endless” road, and Peter sees the postal workers in the evening, from another tiny box.