In my quest to explore 55 and 77 Fiction, introducing a new category called “Some People Make Life Easy”
SOME PEOPLE MAKE LIFE EASY- 1
Looking up to me, he acknowledged my presence. His humble effort to sympathize with my waiting. His hands ironed out the imperfections on the shoes, ignoring the sweat trickling down his brow.
When the pair got done, a coin was flipped. He worshipped it and placed it aside.
It was my turn to shine my shoes, his turn to pick up the brush again. Not a minute he let me wait, laboriously he set to work again…