Dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if one were to listen closely could hear him say, “Thank You. Thank You.”
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A Quirky Old Man
It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant, orange ball sliding into the blue ocean. Ed strolls along the beach to his favorite pier, Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he has the world – devoid of fear and death – to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. Everybody’s gone, except for a few joggers along the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with this thoughts…and his Read More