Jack Winterbaum

Avatar Author: Funky Chunky *Always* feel free to write sequels or prequels to my stories. I love reading where other writers take my ideas. I was born in 1961 (old codger). I started writing for fun over Christmas 2011. I was recommended Ficly b... Read Bio

“You could tell just by looking at him he’d been round the block a few times. Sure he was no spring chicken and the lines in his face had been etched by sun wind and rain. But it was more than that; there was a twinkle in his eye and the hint of a grin seemed to permanently hang off his mouth.

“He was the kind of guy you’d want to have a drink with and then he’d tell you stories you wouldn’t believe. And some of them would be true; the hard part was working out which was which. For instance, out of the blue he once told me he’d had 5 wisdom teeth extracted. No one has 5. Some have less than the standard 4, but 5? And why? What’s to be gained by talking junk like that?

“Anyway I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. I first met Jack when I was a kid. My Dad was having some work done in the garden- some kind of fancy wall thing for planting flowers in and Jack was doing the bricklaying. He was a bit different from the builders we’d had before. He was balding, but had grown what hair was left below his shoulders…

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  1. Avatar Abby (LoA)

    Missing a comma between ‘sun’ and ‘wind’ in that second there line.

    This is a really good take on the challenge. Pure speech, and not only that but someone is telling someone else about the character. That gives the reader the rare insight of what others genuinely think about them. And it’s good things.

    The quirky story about the wisdom teeth, the compelling introduction (first paragraph is wonderful). You had me knowing the character even before you told me his name!

    It’s sad too – like a eulogy. Someone who’s known someone for a long time and has lost them, feeling the need to tell the world what a great, weird, amazing person they were.

    Thanks for entering. Much appreciated. Sorry for the lateness of me comment.

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