Sylvie Smith
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Writing gives my soul the voice it's never had...
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The Old Man's Barn
Summer has just begun and it is a beautiful, sunny day. I’m a bit of a loner and I like to take long walks in the countryside to pass the time. Today I’m headin’ over to check out the back forty of old Famer Williams field. I’ve never been that far from home but I’m feelin’ adventurous today. Farmer Williams is a kind old man who retired about fifteen years ago. He’s never mentioned any kids of his own, or even a wife, but he does wear a ring on his left hand so I’m pretty sure he was married once. Either way, Mr. Williams is always smilin’, although there is a lonely sadness behind his small, wrinkled eyes. He likes to give me and my friends trinkets when we manage to make it as far as his front gate. So far, he’s given me an old pocket watch and a knife he claims is from the Civil War. We enjoy listening to his stories of being a soldier in times all but forgotten, although some of his tales are pretty strange. We’re not sure if his yarns are real or if he’s just gettin’ a little senile, but it’s a fun way to pass the hot summer days so we all just go along with it.
By Sylvie Smith4 years ago in Fiction
