The Old Man: Faded Memories (Chapter 1)
A lifetime of adventures hazily recalled
The Old Man sat quietly, the ratty chair beneath him creaking each time he adjusted. In fact, he sat like this most days, almost motionless as the slightest movement led to those irritating sounds. As the day wore on, he would doze, or lazily watch the people around him shuffling about. Every once in a while, a voice would penetrate the haze of his thoughts, but he rarely responded. Same times, every day, he would eat his...