A Single Meeting – My first Writing Exercise

My reason for writing this story is here. For short, I am trying to train my brain to start writing some stories. This story came up after seeing this picture below which is posted by Creative Writing Ink.

Here’s goes my first short story that doesn’t relate to my turtles:

A Single Meeting

I couldn’t tell for sure why this memory suddenly came flashing in front of my eyes, maybe…yes, maybe it was because I was looking at my son sleeping peacefully in his crib. A small human being who needed my guidance and my care through some parts of his future life.

When I was ten years old, about twenty years ago, I met a stranger whose presence seemed to linger in my memory for decades. This stranger was an old man around fifties, I thought so when I first – and the only – time I saw him. As I grew older and looked back at that moment, I thought he might not even be in his forties yet, pain had made him older than his real age.

He was leaning on the fence of our family’s farm, looking so tired and lonely.

“What are you doing in my property?” Said I.