15 shady old man in a shady old alley! (1/2)

An old ragged man sat in a corner of the alley overlooking the main street, his wispy black beard lay in an unruly knot, and his stormy grey eyes stared emotionlessly at the otherwise jolly street. His grey hair hung loosely to his pale head and his spindly limbs hung at his side like dead seaweed in a tumultuous tsunami.

His chest was wrapped in an ugly bandage, that by now should have been replaced. In front of him lay a browning sheet that seemed to camouflage against the dusty pavement.

Around him sat equally unfortunate souls that all seemed to share his unflattering misery. His cold eyes regarded the residents of his alley as he hobbled to his feet, a tattered paper clutched in his bony hand.

He reached toward the cloth before him as he placed the sheet. It would serve as a message, a message that 'he' was still alive.

The man only hoped that the description he had been provided served aptly as a judge for character, if not then all would be lost.

The colorful chatter seemed to swamp the silent alley as he feebly looked toward the street outside, he was here to find someone, someone he hoped would be able to tell him how his father died…

My arms hurt as my heart bled, yes you guessed it, we were at a restaurant. The fatty sat next to me as he inhaled his food, barely taking time to taste the delicacy place before him. Loud noises accompanied his chewing as spittle flooded the table.

My eating had been dwarfed by that of my companion and I did not know whether to feel offended by his blatant disregard for the appetite of a D.

The shop owner looked on with amazement at the horrifying scene that had been placed before him, not daring to stop his cooking fearing that the monstrous glutton that had found itself into his store would swallow him whole, unless he managed to satiate his world-ending hunger.

I hoped that this would not be a common event (Who was I kidding, the fatty joined my crew only cause I brought him food!) as I finally finished my own meal and decidedly hauled the Fatty away from the restaurant. The owner looked at me as one would look at their savior with tears of gratitude that seemed to be enough to raise the level of the sea by a few inches.

As we continued our journey we came across many shameless merchants who all wanted to swindle us of some money, and it was up to me make sure that the little fatty would not be fooled by these bespoke and legal thieves.