He is an old man, his teeth gnarly and his hair unkept. He sits on his front porch smoking a pipe and after years of smoking his few teeth are yellowed.
Whenever I walk by I hold my breath and not step on any cracks in the sidewalk. If I stepped on the cracks I would be haunted by this scary old man.
My mom tells me there is nothing to be afraid of, he is just a harmless old man but my dreams tell me otherwise.
He is to be feared. After all, everyone is afraid of old age.
Thank you Fandango for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 100 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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