The old man looked like he was in his 70's or 80's. He was a bit slumped over, with thin gray hair and thick glasses. He smiled as he approached me.
"Can I help you, mister?" he said with a squeaky cracking voice.
"Yes, sir. My name is Teddy Martin. I just moved to town and I was interested in some of its history. Does your paper have an archive?"
He shook his head, "Used to. There was a grease fire several years ago at the restaurant next door and it spread to our building, took out our whole archive."
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
I don’t reckon that grease fire was accidental Teddy.
Christopher about 5 years ago
Well, I was trying to word it in such a way where it could go either way, in case I can't fit it into the story. I've also written myself into a corner about the house changing owners every ten years after her son died. I'm not sure how to work that one out.
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
I have great faith in your ability to work it out Christopher. And if all else fails you can always edit that out/rewrite it post-hoc and either fess up in the comments or simply not bother. We’re a forgiving bunch out here.
Christopher about 5 years ago
Thanks for the support. 😊
Christopher about 5 years ago
Thanks, Drew. I think I have it worked out in my head now.