An old man sells some trinkets.
In a poor district, an old blond man of eighty sells some trinkets. The man has grey hair and piercing blue eyes. He is somehow puny, and many brown patches spread over his old blond skin. Under the umbrella, protecting himself from the blazing sun, today his humble trade is nil.
It is from his trinkets' sale's gain that he survives after losing his fortune thirty years ago. Alone at home, he spends the evening sitting in his garden. It is all that it remains from his golden years. His wife died twenty years ago and both his daughter and son left.
The downtown just a few miles from his home becomes modern and seldom people come to buy his trinkets which become for most just garbage. This income adds to his modest retirement that becomes just pieces of peanuts; help him to survive. He no more goes to doctors even though his swelled legs and his nocturnal pollakiuria because he has no health assurance.
Though with a great both will and hope, he always gets up at dawn and rejoins his seat under his umbrella and starts a new trading day. As usual, one or two passers-by look at his trinkets. At midday luxurious car parks next to him. A beautiful brown and slender woman is the driver. She is wearing a red satin dress and putting on her lips rouge Bordeau lipstick.
A smile is drawn on her mouth. She asks in a hurry the old man, how much does cost all your trinkets?
The old man is flabbergasted and he seems that it is just a dream. He gets wide-open eyes and has missed the speech.
The woman asks, are you well? Do you hear me? I want to buy all your trinkets and she gives him a brick of banknotes.
300 word/KHBEY/The trinkets/06/16/2020