Crimson’s Creative Challenge #137

CCC137 Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one…

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #137

The old man sat alone on the bench, under the warm sun, feeding little foxes that wandered near – they had grown accustomed to his presence. The bolder ones even curled up on his lap and let him scratch their ears.

Every day, without fail, he sat there alone, feeding the foxes, the squirrels, the birds and any other creatures that would came near him. It seemed he had all sorts of food for the animals – they must have viewed him like a god.

One day, the little foxes came, but no one was there. They were confused as they sat there waiting until night came. The next day, the old man still did not appear. And the next. And the next.

Soon, no more animals stopped by the bench.

The old man was gone, and so did the animals.


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