Young Writers

More than Anything
Jessica Bowman

“Amidst the calm and quiet of a warm October’s day, an old man sits silently in an ancient wicker chair on his front porch. He does not speak to anyone as they pass, nor does he often move. No, this old man just sits and stares off into the distance.
No-one really knows why. The local adults think he’s just lonely; the local children think he’s mad. But neither is correct in their judgments …”