the monday paper.
He stared quietly at the old man.
What a queer old person, he thought to himself. With such an irritatingly strange request. It had caught him off guard and at a rather disappropriate time. he pulled a face. ugh. Why now? Why him?I mean there's a billion other people out there. Why pick me to bug.
The old man was raggly and worn out. On his torso, hung pretty much tattered and torn clothes. They did little to cover the bones that peeked curiously under the darkened and blemished skin. His greyish old beard held bits of dead leaves mattered in a grey and spotty mess and it seemed to cling on to the edge of the old man's face, desperately finding a comfortable place to hang.
He continued to stare at the elderly person and wondered.What did the old man want again?
The first request was barely audible to him and came out as a half whimper. or a cough. Perhaps he didn't speak english or... he was mute. he bit a lip and swallowed.
The old man's eyes, partially clouded probably due to age continue to stare in guilty wonder. Was this man going to help him? He really wasn't obliged to, well neither were the last two people he asked. He hadn't spoken to anyone else since... goodness knows when. His memory was surely failing him. Or perhaps when you're old, time flies so quickly you lose track of it. and the days and nights just seem to blink by. Does he understand me? The old man managed another coarse and croaky mumble. it was the best he could manage. It was n't his fault. his throat was parched and in desperate need of hydration.
"Look, I haven't the foggiest idea what you're saying. I'll just give u a piece of bread and you'll be on your way. Alright?" He looked at the old man and ran his fingers through his hair in deep frustration.Gosh... he wished that old man would just disappear. "Poof", in a wisp of smoke. just like that. Then he wouldn't have to bother no more. Then again, he wished all his problems did that.
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Moments with u last for eternity.
What a queer old person, he thought to himself. With such an irritatingly strange request. It had caught him off guard and at a rather disappropriate time. he pulled a face. ugh. Why now? Why him?I mean there's a billion other people out there. Why pick me to bug.
The old man was raggly and worn out. On his torso, hung pretty much tattered and torn clothes. They did little to cover the bones that peeked curiously under the darkened and blemished skin. His greyish old beard held bits of dead leaves mattered in a grey and spotty mess and it seemed to cling on to the edge of the old man's face, desperately finding a comfortable place to hang.
He continued to stare at the elderly person and wondered.What did the old man want again?
The first request was barely audible to him and came out as a half whimper. or a cough. Perhaps he didn't speak english or... he was mute. he bit a lip and swallowed.
The old man's eyes, partially clouded probably due to age continue to stare in guilty wonder. Was this man going to help him? He really wasn't obliged to, well neither were the last two people he asked. He hadn't spoken to anyone else since... goodness knows when. His memory was surely failing him. Or perhaps when you're old, time flies so quickly you lose track of it. and the days and nights just seem to blink by. Does he understand me? The old man managed another coarse and croaky mumble. it was the best he could manage. It was n't his fault. his throat was parched and in desperate need of hydration.
"Look, I haven't the foggiest idea what you're saying. I'll just give u a piece of bread and you'll be on your way. Alright?" He looked at the old man and ran his fingers through his hair in deep frustration.Gosh... he wished that old man would just disappear. "Poof", in a wisp of smoke. just like that. Then he wouldn't have to bother no more. Then again, he wished all his problems did that.
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Moments with u last for eternity.
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