Saturday, 14 September 2013

The Boy Who Told Stories

story in 100 words

That harsh winter came without warning which meant that we spent so much of our time indoors. I knew him as the man who gave away money. He was a friend of the family and, as such, was always in our home. 

“Tell me another story”, he would say, and I had those stories by the hundreds. 

“Ask the boy”, my father would tell folks, “He can conjure up such wonderful worlds”. 

I always wondered what happened to the man. I hear tell that he left his family and went to London; imagine that, our Mister Shakespeare in London Town.



Bobby Stevenson 2013

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