Short Story: Neighbourhood Fragments # 5

Man that is one sweet, catchy tune that old guy is whistling…you can hear him almost a block away and he’s happy and he’s smiling to himself, sorta smirking but not in a smug way, just happy. And he’s whistling up that tune. And you walk by and say hi, you don’t usually do that – well sometimes you do, but in this case you definitely do because he’s got…