SHORT STORY
He was undoubtedly a villain. A quick glance at him was enough to conclude. You did not have to look carefully to spot the pocket knife he tried to conceal in his ragged pants. His unkempt hair, full moustache and darting eyes added to the dubiousness of a appearance. He wore a blank stare. Yet he was spotted daily traversing the busy shopping center and no one attempted to move him off the square. Some avoided ketting close to him while others either ignored or dared him to attack them.
Summer had arrived . Shoppers crowded the plaza. Everyone was in a hurry. Even kids in tow with their parents or guardians had to be on a race track. They never knew the distance of the races but tried to complete them anyhow. Sometimes the pace was stifling as they were often jostled by athletes in many age categories. This puzzled them. © Wallace Paul. April 2025. (to be continued)
Summer had arrived . Shoppers crowded the plaza. Everyone was in a hurry. Even kids in tow with their parents or guardians had to be on a race track. They never knew the distance of the races but tried to complete them anyhow. Sometimes the pace was stifling as they were often jostled by athletes in many age categories. This puzzled them. © Wallace Paul. April 2025. (to be continued)