“So, did ya get where the Speck went?” the old man greeted them. Eric didn't say a word and let his friend Algernon do the talking.
Old Al went and sat in front of his makeshift hearth and fed the fire some more coal with a plastered grin on his face. Algernon became a little hesitant so he sat on the floor near the old man and watches the flames.
“You know, I was once like you,” Old Al said without looking at his surprised expression, “now don't look at me like that, I don't speak like those ‘educated’ people for fun most of the time,” he laughs.
“What do you mean by just like me?”
“I was a child and I was curious. There were times that I crept away from my Ma’s place just to chase that blasted light but it never lets me.”
“So you spent your whole life chasing after it?”
“You could say that,” the old man stood up and hobbled to his bed on the far end of the shack and sat down with both the boys following him. Their shadows from the fire danced before the walls and Eric was a little too occupied as a result.
YOU ARE READING
This Little Light of Mine
Short StoryA mysterious speck of light haunts the frozen lake of Frostbite every night. None of the adults seem to care and it was up to one boy, and a friend, to find out.
