KJ Porterfield
Joined December 2021
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The Old Man
He always was an odd fellow. Nobody knew his name. Everyone called him the old man. The few times a year he came to town, it was to sell his crops, with which he spent every penny that didn’t go towards rent on liquor. He walked with a limp, with a back hunched over, and a quizzical look in his eye. Mothers would hold their kids closer to their bosom as they passed by the oddity of a man. He used to notice, but had become numb to the looks of fear and damnation of everyone who saw him that it had become completely normal to him. There was only one family in the community who would somewhat tolerate him, the Granburys.
By KJ Porterfield4 years ago in Fiction
