Life Passages XVIII-Pensive

Devon scratched the edge of his dark wooly hairline nervously. He used his hip to prop himself up against his grandfather’s quaint store’s wooden checkout counter. A few faint lines drew across his forehead and his stomach fluttered slightly. There was no mistaking his discomfort.

“What’s up with you?” Solomon stood observing his grandson from the doorway of the storeroom, behind the checkout counter. Devon didn’t even realize that Solomon was nearby.

“Um…Huh?” Devon was awaken up from his deep introspection. “What do you mean Grandpa?” Devon’s eyes filled with confusion. Solomon took pity on him. A soft smile shaped on the elderly gentleman’s lips. “You look like you’ve got a load on your mind young man.” Solomon carefully placed his clipboard and pen on the counter. “Care to share what’s going on?”

Devon scratched at his hairline again for a few seconds then straightened up and faced his grandfather. “Um…I…I don’t…” A small cloud of despondency formed a shadow over his shoulder and he bowed his head, staring at his shoes. “I don’t really know grandpa.”

“Hmmm” Solomon studied Devon’s face just a little longer.

 

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