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Every winter you would find him at the town centre. Undeterred by the weather he would make the journey by foot. If the stalls were open he’d have the hot dog with onion relish and hot mustard.
Then buy an ice cream cone (“Ice Cream If You Dare”) from the same vendors. He would then take a stroll, indulging in banter at the various stalls.
It hadn’t always been like that especially when he reappeared. Sullen glances followed him. His banter met with gruff responses and hostility, the town hostile over his early release and the circumstances of her death.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
To read the other Friday Fictioneers snowflakes go here.
Travelling for work this week. This post comes from the chillier climes of Sydney.
To read the other Friday Fictioneers snowflakes go here.
Travelling for work this week. This post comes from the chillier climes of Sydney.
I don't imagine folk would be too pleased with his parading about after being accused...
ReplyDeleteProbably not but now he is free. Thanks for reading and commenting Dale.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteA lot of story in few words. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I am a man of few words :-) Thanks Rochelle for your comments, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSounds like he has a hard time ahead. Well done, Subroto. ------- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzzane I am glad you liked it.
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