The Old Man's Flaws

Reads: 42  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


He came into town, but no-one knows when or how. Then the odd things happened.

Submitted: May 07, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 07, 2018

A A A

A A A


Shortly after he arrived in town things stated changing.

Some say he walked into town via Tom Brown's service road, others say he got off the bus at the Greyhound Station, but there are a few that say he just materialized out of thin air. But no matter how he came to Cracker Corners, he brought mystery with him.

It all began near the bus station, down on the corner of Route 66 and Elm Street. The old man was crossing the street when Morley Peters hit him with his 1954 Buick Roadmaster; Morley hit him real good too.

Everyone that saw the accident and those that were just there, they all gathered around the old man after it was over. Most thought he was dead because the impact was so hard and Morley was driving too fast, as usual.

To everyone's surprise the old man got up, brushed himself off, and then asked Morley if he was alright.

Morley was shocked and had trouble answering as the old man put his hand on Morley's shoulder.

"Me, ah, well, sure, I'm OK." Morley replied, "But we should get you to Doc Trent's office and have you checked out; something might be broken.

The old man smiled with a somewhat crocked smile and said, "Oh I'm OK, but you shouldn't be driving with Cataracts. Maybe Doc Trent could send you to someone who could fix that. What do you think?"

Morley Peters stated firmly, "I do not have Cataracts, I see fine!"

The old man held up one hand and replied, "Then tell me how many fingers you see."

Morley hymn-hawed around and then said, "There are three!"

"Are you sure?" asked the old man.

Morley looked again and replied, "You changed the amount, now there are five!"

There was a low and constant mumbling from the crowd, for all of them saw two fingers all the while.

Well that is how it started, and with his secret divulged Morley Peters was referred by Doc Trent to an eye specialist for surgery, he sees fine now.

The next episode was just outside Buster's Hardware and feed store; that was about a week after the accident.

The old man, now known as Mac, was standing near the checkout counter. He was sipping a free cup of coffee and chatting with Buster, the owner.

A young woman brought a cart to the counter and was about to shift a large bag of feed so it could be scanned when Mac said, "Buster, you should help this lady with that heavy bag. In her condition she shouldn't be lifting heavy things."

The young woman, an off duty police officer, laughed and said, "Sir, this bag is child's play compared with some of the men I have to wrangle with every day."

Mac just smiled and replied, "It is not child's play that I am talking about Karen, it is care for you baby. You need to see your doctor soon."

"I don't know how you know my name and I'll thank you to mind your business!" Karen said rather belligerently. "I just had a physical and I am not having a baby."

"You are right," Mac stated, "You will lose it if you do not see your doctor again, and soon."

With that said, Mac just moseyed out the front door, leaving everyone at the check-out counter opened mouthed and dumfounded.

Again Mac was right, and Karen was confined to office work until after the baby was born.

And so it went, week after week, month after month. It wasn't long before they stated calling him "Mac the Mystic".

Mac had a perfect score, well, for those things he saw and spoke up about. But then came the day a child died at a local ball park. The boy was hit in the head with a tossed bat and a swollen brain eventually killed the child.

And even though Mac was nowhere near the occurrence, he was blamed for not warning anyone; the community grew outraged.

But Mac is not one to complain about being spit on, cursed at, and shunned.

No, and Mac doesn't stay where people don't understand that even angels are not perfect.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

05-06-2018


© Copyright 2018 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

More Flash Fiction Short Stories