Short Story 7 - Living Relic of the Past
Quite a few things remain constant in this world we live in. The bright shine of the sun on a hot August day, the salty yet refreshing scent of a sea breeze, the predictably unpredictable mountain weather that will surprise you no matter how well you prepare, and the steadfastness of the old man working his way through a mountain of glasses in a small, dark room down the street. There probably was a time that the old man could not have been found in that street corner. After all, he could not have withstood the test of time over the centuries and remained unmoving in the same spot since the very beginning of time. However, to the casual observer it would not have been surprising to hear that he was born with and will die with this place that he sits at. A relic from the past, he’s quiet and observant. Walking into his little room transports one to a time long forgotten, slightly reminiscent of a run-down nation in the World War 2 era. What glasses could he have been fixing then? W...
