Contemplating a life.

Contemplating a life

As darkness fell I walked down the long road towards my local shop, as usual I saw the old man that I had seen on every journey at the same time for as long as I can remember. 

I had seen this old man walking up the street daily. I had contemplated the old mans life many times before. 

I would think of his morals. what he used to do, who he used to be. I thought of how many kids he had and what were their names? 

I was so bored walking down this street, the journey I had to make the second time today cos mum dropped the milk on the floor....again. 

I looked back at the old man and thought who am I to contemplate his life in such detail? for all I knew he could be thinking about me and making his own story up in his head about what I did and where I went. 

I heard a loud crash from the window beside me as a vase hit the floor. I knew who it was. Mr and Mrs Forgellow they were always fighting........ to be continued