“Hey! Hey! Who the hell is a storyteller in this plaza! I’ve got a hankering! Who can tell me a story with a funny moral!” The man looked around expectantly, his cowboy hat tilted on his head. “Hello!”
People chuckled under their breath, as they do, and looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. A little boy pointed.
The man wasn’t really expecting anything. He was just bored. In this city he felt he was forgetting the stories of his youth, and no new city stories came to replace them.
“Hey! Ten cents for a story! I’ll listen!”
No comments:
Post a Comment