As I rode my bike to middle school, I passed a house where an old man with a quilt over his legs sat in a worn rocker on the faded porch. He never moved; I thought at first he was a wax dummy or something. Then I began to smile at him as I pedaled past. After a week or so, I began waving at him. On the third day, he raised his hand in a feeble wave back at me. The next day, he was gone. Only his rocker and the quilt remained on the porch.
Mary Wallace
13/11/2020 01:04:25 pm
I can see him sitting on the porch as you pass. Nice little tale.
Susan Reid
13/11/2020 04:17:11 pm
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Sandra James
13/11/2020 06:40:34 pm
I'm sure he's 'up there' still smiling and waving down to the boy. Lovely story!
Sue Clayton
14/11/2020 12:08:48 am
We should all smile at someone at least once a day.
Bobby Warner
15/11/2020 03:36:30 am
A neat little touching and sad tale. Liked it. Comments are closed.
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