On a hot summer day, a working mother holds her small girl's hand in the park. She's distracted momentarily by a phone call, and the girl looks over to the very old man sitting on a bench with his dog.
The man and dog look very much alike - old and wrinkled, the skin droops on his face like cooled lava. His dog looks much the same.
On seeing the old man, the little girl's eyes grow wide and she wanders away from her distracted mother towards him.
"'Scuse me," she says. He lowers his eyes to meet her and smiles, in the way an old man's wane half-smile can be perfectly genuine.
"Hello." Her eyes grew even wider at the response. She is looking intently at the crevices in his face.
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Peace Love Death Metal
By Eagles of Death Metal | Labels: anecdote, kids, old, stories |
