Colon: A Narrative Fiction
Hey, bright eyes!” Dallon turned around and smiled when he saw the familiar face of Mr. Kasper Calder. “How you doing today, Kasper?” Dallon asked, smiling. “On same old, same old,” He shrugged nonchalantly. “How come you didn't stop by my creek?” “I did, but you weren't there so I went looking for you.” Dallon admitted.
Kasper was an older looking fellow with long, grey-ish white-ish beard that stopped growing at his chest. He had the softest most bluest eyes Dallon has ever seen in his entire seventeen years of living. Kasper was homeless, so his clothes were dirty and in bad shape. He wore a heavy light grey windbreaker which Dallon is pretty sure was originally white at some point. He also accessorized with baggy, dirty and ripped khakis that had the initials G.S.C. sewn into his left pocket. It always made Dallon’s curiosity click whenever he saw those initials. They obviously meant something, he just wasn't sure what. Probably a previous spouse or girlfriend. He never asked him what it meant though, he always thought it'd be rude to. So he didn't. And he probably never will. …show more content…
It looked pretty shiny and healthy for an old homeless fellow. Better than Dallon’s if he does say so himself. “Oh, that's very sweet of you,” Kasper smiled shrilly, flashing his yellow and rotten teeth. His wrinkles on his cheeks rose up, supporting the warmth in his eyes. “But I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere for
Kasper was an older looking fellow with long, grey-ish white-ish beard that stopped growing at his chest. He had the softest most bluest eyes Dallon has ever seen in his entire seventeen years of living. Kasper was homeless, so his clothes were dirty and in bad shape. He wore a heavy light grey windbreaker which Dallon is pretty sure was originally white at some point. He also accessorized with baggy, dirty and ripped khakis that had the initials G.S.C. sewn into his left pocket. It always made Dallon’s curiosity click whenever he saw those initials. They obviously meant something, he just wasn't sure what. Probably a previous spouse or girlfriend. He never asked him what it meant though, he always thought it'd be rude to. So he didn't. And he probably never will. …show more content…
It looked pretty shiny and healthy for an old homeless fellow. Better than Dallon’s if he does say so himself. “Oh, that's very sweet of you,” Kasper smiled shrilly, flashing his yellow and rotten teeth. His wrinkles on his cheeks rose up, supporting the warmth in his eyes. “But I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere for