THE OLD MAN AT
CARSTON ACRES
Sometimes you can't get out of
the way, and you just fall. That
old guy, luckily, feel right into his
chair. He seemed to have three eyes,
which is perfect vision of a sort.
He didn't even flinch; just stayed
there sitting, with the Autumn
leaves falling around him and,
here and there, a few apples
dropping from the dimpled
old tree he'd sat beneath.
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