The last wise man
It was a dark and cold night, it reminded him of the freezer in his childhood that his parents never bothered to fix the light. the late shift at the station was about 3 hours in.
A couple of deputes brought a man that was wearing ragged winter clothes, and the interim sheriff asked them, What is this?, what did he do?
He was used to drunks and drug addicts being sometimes dragged in, but he did not like them most of the time. but this one seemed different to his eye. so he pressed on his questions and took the file to read.
It seems you assaulted a man, and on Christmas night.
The man looked to him with a deep and intelligent glance and stated, I only defended myself, I did not look for a fight.
But it says here that the victim was hurt and that the officers found a gun on the site, said the young law man.
The gun is not mine, it is the property of the young man who threatened my life, I merely asked for spare change and he decided to brandish the weapon and asked me if I would like it all to end. which i clearly did not and decided to take the weapon from the young man and incapacitate him just enough to make sure that only his pride would be seriously hurt. explained the raggedy dressed man.
and I'm supposed to believe you because? asked the young officer.
Because it is simply the truth, not that such a thing as the truth matters any more, but don't worry i know my lot in life, put me in jail and tell the man I was punished, I do not wish to cause any trouble for you young man. I actually was wishing for a dry place to sleep and hot meal on Christmas, and i guess this outcome makes everyone happy if your cells are as clean and tidy as your desk.
My cells are clean and the food is not half bad, and you are probably right I would probably catch flak from the man or his family if I released you. But, how can I know this was not your plan all along?
I stated that a warm meal and a bed was merely a wish, and alas I could not plan to find a reasonable man who keeps the cells clean and the prisoners food warm. I could have found a hard man with no heart for even listening to a man down on his luck.
That sounds about right, said the young man in charge, I guess you can sleep here and in the morning all will be made clear, but what brings you to our town? We are not know for our kindness to drifters, and that makes your story sound true enough.
I am following a star and looking for a sign, I know that sounds crazy for this date and time. But I am the last of my kind, we used to be kings, scholars and sages, but all of our truth has been lost to the ages. And I am left alone to wander the world, in search for a story so old, that rings true in the back of my mind as i search for a dream that words can no longer define.
A couple of deputes brought a man that was wearing ragged winter clothes, and the interim sheriff asked them, What is this?, what did he do?
He was used to drunks and drug addicts being sometimes dragged in, but he did not like them most of the time. but this one seemed different to his eye. so he pressed on his questions and took the file to read.
It seems you assaulted a man, and on Christmas night.
The man looked to him with a deep and intelligent glance and stated, I only defended myself, I did not look for a fight.
But it says here that the victim was hurt and that the officers found a gun on the site, said the young law man.
The gun is not mine, it is the property of the young man who threatened my life, I merely asked for spare change and he decided to brandish the weapon and asked me if I would like it all to end. which i clearly did not and decided to take the weapon from the young man and incapacitate him just enough to make sure that only his pride would be seriously hurt. explained the raggedy dressed man.
and I'm supposed to believe you because? asked the young officer.
Because it is simply the truth, not that such a thing as the truth matters any more, but don't worry i know my lot in life, put me in jail and tell the man I was punished, I do not wish to cause any trouble for you young man. I actually was wishing for a dry place to sleep and hot meal on Christmas, and i guess this outcome makes everyone happy if your cells are as clean and tidy as your desk.
My cells are clean and the food is not half bad, and you are probably right I would probably catch flak from the man or his family if I released you. But, how can I know this was not your plan all along?
I stated that a warm meal and a bed was merely a wish, and alas I could not plan to find a reasonable man who keeps the cells clean and the prisoners food warm. I could have found a hard man with no heart for even listening to a man down on his luck.
That sounds about right, said the young man in charge, I guess you can sleep here and in the morning all will be made clear, but what brings you to our town? We are not know for our kindness to drifters, and that makes your story sound true enough.
I am following a star and looking for a sign, I know that sounds crazy for this date and time. But I am the last of my kind, we used to be kings, scholars and sages, but all of our truth has been lost to the ages. And I am left alone to wander the world, in search for a story so old, that rings true in the back of my mind as i search for a dream that words can no longer define.
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