A LONELY KING
A LOWLY KING by John Storrs read by Douglas Kay A man walked the city's streets hours, and it was five days before Christmas. It had been a lonely night and a cold night. But his seasonal job of playing Santa gave him a warm coat and a warm hat. He didn't walk as a child would do, trying to hop over every crack in the side walk. His slow steps went through the darkness and growing pain. He had to get out of that cold room. Growing old and alone in a cold room, where only he and the four walls heard the sound of the bed springs, is no fun for a kind Ho...Ho...Ho. But all the lights of the city were eyes that saw every kindness or fear. Even the trees that lined the brick sidewalk, had emotions and saw his fear; their branches wanted to grab and hold him. When he felt this growing fury of the trees, he seized a low branch and stripped it of leaves. And like a lowly king would do to welcome himself, he threw dead leaves in his way. But now even the trees let him pass. He was hungry and going to the Old Arcade. The Old Arcade was a glass covered street and was in the middle of the city. It had kept rain and snow off shoppers for over seventy-five years, long before the modern malls. There was Ed's Hat Shop at one end, and the Big-Time-Pop-Corn stand at the other end. And in between, all kinds of little shops where you can get your eyes checked and where you can get the best roasted peanuts you have ever eaten. But the man walked slowly down the middle of the Old Arcade. And ... Lysol Hand Soap Refill For Sale Last Minute Orijen Dog Food Hot Chocolate Cocoa Powder Decide Now
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