Heavy silence fell when an elderly man with a cane came
in to buy a coffee. The customers in
Rick’s Coffee remembered him well. Oh
yes, they remembered him.
He called himself “Fred”, but no one ever knew his true
identity. An air of inaccessibility surrounded him, which was just the way Fred
liked it. All that anyone knew was that
Fred was superb at tracking. Did something like that in his military days. Animals or people, Fred was on their trail
while foot prints were still wet.
Some said Fred could find a mosquito hiding in a free
standing rotting tree, during a raging sand storm. Yup. Fred was a different man then. Now he was a man with a cane
When “Fred” left, walking slowly with his cane, all exhaled.
They had not wanted a repeat
of the last time he came for coffee. It was horrific.
No. They did not
want that to happen again, but it would.
The italicized underlined Wednesday words are courtesy of River,
who was handed the baton from Wed. Words writing challenges, Delores
from Under the Porch light. This post is from 2015, along with the
sentence prompt.
The italicized underlined Wednesday words are courtesy of River,
who was handed the baton from Wed. Words writing challenges, Delores
from Under the Porch light. This post is from 2015, along with the
sentence prompt.
