Asher
As I rode the train home from Bostob, I noticed a certain curious fellow adjacent me. His eyes seemed to glow red-hot with passion as he glanced carlessly out the window. I tried not to stare, but he was so intriguing, it was all I could do to look away. He didn't seem to notice though, he just continued to watch the passing countryside out his window.
I wondered what he thought about. I wondered if he had a family, and where he was headed. I knew his thoughts must be troubled by the concerned look he sported. But as far as I knew he could be thinking about anything. He could be pondering the lay of the landscape flashing by the window, or admiring the various shades of green embeded in the shrubs and trees.
I noticed that his face was wrinkled with the lines of many years. His silvery hair supported my theory. His hands were also rough, many scars shaped them. His clothes left much to be desired, but he seemed to be a humble man. The tears in his coat made me wonder where he had been in his life. I also noticed a faded emblem on the right hand side of the chest of his coat. What could it mean? I though perhaps he got it at a garage sale or it was a gift from someone he loved, or possibly he got it from a club he had been in when he was younger. Whatever the case, I knew he had been places.
But why was he here, now, on this train? I couldn't help but ponder the vast expanse of possibilities. I thought maybe he was just moving on to another stage of his life, leaving the past stage behind him in Boston. Or maybe he was going to try something new and would return in a short time. Perhaps he was going to see family, Maybe he would have a welcoming party at the station. Or myabe he would arrive at the train station, desperately alone, and would slip off into the distance without being noticed.
As I pondered, I also wondered what his name was. Maybe something from a book, or something heroic. I thought certainly his name wouldn't be something common. He didn't seem very common to me. Then, as I thought, it occurred to me that the emblem on the coat was just that. It was his name, rihg there on his shirt. As I came to this realization, I suddenly became more curious than I had been previously. I tried to get a glimpse of the name on his shirt, but it seemed nearly impossible. Working up my courage, I decided that the only way to find out was to ask him. I really did not want to disturb him, as he seemed so peaceful just looking out the window. But I just couldn't stand it anymore. I slowly rose from my seat, hoping not to attract attention from any of my fellow passengers, and crossed over to the seat facing him.
As I extended my hand in gretting, the man looked up, and his once concerned expression turned to happiness. I introduced myself and sat don. I asked if I might know his name. He grinned, and told me in a husky voice that his name was Asher. I felt the grip of fulfillment as I delved deeper into his life. We talked the rest of the way to the station. I learned much about this man, and the more we talked, the more I felt like I had known him for many years. He seemed happy to have some company and told me I could call him anytime at his house and we could have lunch. I was certainly on experience I will remember for the rest of my life.
I wondered what he thought about. I wondered if he had a family, and where he was headed. I knew his thoughts must be troubled by the concerned look he sported. But as far as I knew he could be thinking about anything. He could be pondering the lay of the landscape flashing by the window, or admiring the various shades of green embeded in the shrubs and trees.
I noticed that his face was wrinkled with the lines of many years. His silvery hair supported my theory. His hands were also rough, many scars shaped them. His clothes left much to be desired, but he seemed to be a humble man. The tears in his coat made me wonder where he had been in his life. I also noticed a faded emblem on the right hand side of the chest of his coat. What could it mean? I though perhaps he got it at a garage sale or it was a gift from someone he loved, or possibly he got it from a club he had been in when he was younger. Whatever the case, I knew he had been places.
But why was he here, now, on this train? I couldn't help but ponder the vast expanse of possibilities. I thought maybe he was just moving on to another stage of his life, leaving the past stage behind him in Boston. Or maybe he was going to try something new and would return in a short time. Perhaps he was going to see family, Maybe he would have a welcoming party at the station. Or myabe he would arrive at the train station, desperately alone, and would slip off into the distance without being noticed.
As I pondered, I also wondered what his name was. Maybe something from a book, or something heroic. I thought certainly his name wouldn't be something common. He didn't seem very common to me. Then, as I thought, it occurred to me that the emblem on the coat was just that. It was his name, rihg there on his shirt. As I came to this realization, I suddenly became more curious than I had been previously. I tried to get a glimpse of the name on his shirt, but it seemed nearly impossible. Working up my courage, I decided that the only way to find out was to ask him. I really did not want to disturb him, as he seemed so peaceful just looking out the window. But I just couldn't stand it anymore. I slowly rose from my seat, hoping not to attract attention from any of my fellow passengers, and crossed over to the seat facing him.
As I extended my hand in gretting, the man looked up, and his once concerned expression turned to happiness. I introduced myself and sat don. I asked if I might know his name. He grinned, and told me in a husky voice that his name was Asher. I felt the grip of fulfillment as I delved deeper into his life. We talked the rest of the way to the station. I learned much about this man, and the more we talked, the more I felt like I had known him for many years. He seemed happy to have some company and told me I could call him anytime at his house and we could have lunch. I was certainly on experience I will remember for the rest of my life.
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