Six Sentence Story

The old man shuffled along the broken pavement. Muttering to himself this was another reason he abhorred the city. “Sidewalks everywhere…give me a dusty dirt road any day, a green edged path, anything but this constant cement. It’s hard on your feet, and stains never wash off. Give me a hard rain that cleans the soil and refreshes with a scent of nature, trees and plants. I need to go back to my life as a hermit in the country.”

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It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!