In an hour of silence, the boy had a reputation to hear the distinct whisper of crickets and even his own heartbeat. He was known to pass his time at the entrance of a church. Only a few know that he also listen to the confessions while the father is away.
“Father, I had a relation….” said one.
“I didn’t know what to do..” said an another.
“I killed that…” continued another,”It gave me peace to do…”
Father is a very generous man to give the young kid an old suit and some money to attend his appetite. Everyone is happy as long as the people find it easy to travel few miles to attend.
“Mama, why is he wearing only one shoe…?” asked a nine-year-old girl.
The life of the boy was regarded as a fancy tale across the village.
While some use them as examples,
“If you didn’t go to school, you will become as Ali at the church…”
“I will ask Ali to take you way, if…”
“You are no better than Ali, I suppose…”
Some use them at church,
“What’s the matter with the boy? Why does he wrap a cloth around one leg? Is he missing a foot…?”
“Some say that he keeps his savings inside the wrapped cloth…”
“You know about the theft in the neighborhood, right…?”
“It may be done by someone who carefully watches us, Don’t you all think…?”
The boy never gets those fancy talks to disturb his daily schedule.
The day came when the villagers no longer can tolerate the simple life of the boy…
To read the next quarter, click the boy with one shoe (2/4).
And, I took the liberty to compose the first Kindle edition on few of my short stories.
Thank you for reading…