a tiny tale
The Measure of a Man
On a worn but still comfortable couch, an old man sat holding a book, which was even older and more worn than the couch. Next to him sat a little boy. Everything about the boy hinted of fresh-scrubbed sharpness, from his glowing skin to the clever look in his eyes. He listened attentively to the story the man read aloud.
“...but this seemingly peaceful town had a serious problem,” the old man was saying. “They