He was consistently fascinating.
He ran with a loose gait, drooping athletic pants swaying
as he pressed on, one step at a time, his arms bent, hands in front of
him. He wore a hat, or more often a white
visor and also white gloves.
But the thing that struck me most was his moustache.
It takes a certain kind of moustache to attract the
attention of a driver passing by with a van full of noise and need at twenty
miles an hour, so maybe you can picture it without me having to draw it out in
fine detail. I will tell you it was
brown and heavy, but well-trimmed. But the thing that struck me most was his moustache.
He was a regular Tom Sellek, my mustachioed man.
Something about his regularity, the predictability of this
sighting, this crossing of paths pleased me.
That, and his moustache.
It takes a little gumption to sport a moustache like that,
don’t you think? And I guess there are
times when we could all use a little gumption.
This post is shared with Just Write, which is about, well, just writing. But somehow I confused it with a 5 minute time-limit challenge I saw on another website, so what you see here is a very quickly written little piece. Enjoy!
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