The old man smiled and replied,
“Son of God to some..crazy son of a bitch to most. Once again it’s all relevant to what you “choose” to believe. You stopped me because you want to write a story of interest but you have no interest or faith in yourself. You work for a paycheck for the greater good of you. I work for the greater good of all. And that is the only paycheck I need.”
The reporter thought about that for a moment and was about to reply but the old man spoke once more.
“I must go, kind sir. My feet must keep moving to do my work. If you would like to speak again, just look for me. I will be around. Good day.”
With that he tipped his fedora at the reporter and began to walk away one shiny shoe in front of the other.
The reporter was left with a mind full of questions with all the answers on the tip of his tongue, a story he couldn’t quite put together, the faint smell of lemons and a pair of freshly shined shoes on his feet.
He used those to walk around and ponder his next move.
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Love this post, and am really, really hoping there will be another installment!
Thank you so much! I am happy you enjoyed it. I will do my best to continue the saga.
I posted an unplanned follow up…I think you might enjoy it!
Excellent read, brother!
Thank you, as always!
One of my favorites! I used the voice of Morgan Freeman in my head!
Thanks. I kinda pictured him as I wrote it.
That’s funny — so did I!
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Brilliant build up of intrigue. I was hooked onto it right from the first paragraph.
Thank you! I am happy that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Loved the story. Loved the line “takes care of his vehicle”. I never looked at my shoes that way.
Thank you. It is the most reliable mode of travel and the one least appreciated. When there is no other option, it works every time.