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Topic: Weary (05/03/12)
TITLE: The Weary Wayward Traveller
By Tendi Rice
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He was elderly with a long scruffy beard that had not been shaved in ages. His hair was uncombed and uneven, tied into a small bun at the back of his head. His clothes were old and tattered; you could barely make out what color they had once been. He wore one shoe on his left leg and a bottomless sock on the other foot. He had two bracelets around his wrist, possibly once shiny and meaningful to him. He held two large paper bags, probably full of everything he owned. He had one strewn across his shoulder, supported by draw strings he may have woven himself and the other he dragged on the ground as he went along.
He had probably been a tall strong man once upon a time, so despite his hunched back and bony shoulders, you could tell he had a strong build. His brown eyes and high cheek bones told that he was a fine young man in times past. He seemed polite, every now and again giving way to other pedestrians, who all passed him, barely noticing him or stopping to give him a second look.
A siren was heard in the distance and at first everything continued as normal, obviously undisturbed by it. As it got louder, both motorists and pedestrians looked around to see where it was coming from. As each person caught sight of it, they all stopped by the roadside to give it way. As the ambulance sped past, it left an empty clear path behind it.
The elderly man took this opportunity to make his way across the street. His walk had a limp as though his left leg hurt, but he still try to go as fast as his legs could carry him, though it was not very fast. Just he managed to get himself to the curb on the other side of the road; the cars behind him had built up again, all continuing busily as they had before.
He dragged himself to the street bench nearby and as he slumped himself into it, he heaved a sigh of relief, obviously grateful to finally get to a place to rest. He lay back on the wooden bench and despite how uncomfortable it seemed, I watched him drift to sleep in no time. Surely he must have been very exhausted, that weary wayward traveler.
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