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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. 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.
When “Fred” left, walking slowly with his cane, all exhaled.
They had not wanted a repeat
of the last time he came for coffee.
No. They did not
want that.
The italicized underlined words are courtesy of River, who is providing Wednesday Words for the month of December.
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The italicized underlined words are courtesy of River, who is providing Wednesday Words for the month of December.
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