Everyone Has A Story to Tell

The following was written 4 years ago give or take a few days.


It has been nearly three weeks, every time i get a text from her makes the whole situation so much more easier for me. I didnt know her? She didnt know me! But thats not why i am here, im not here to talk about a girl who didnt have the maturity to talk about things.

I am sitting on my bench outside of where i work, i work in a town full of characters, good, bad and very ugly. No matter how ugly (not attractiveness) these people where, they were the ones who actually helped me through a tough time.

You truly dont know someone until you talk to them, and because of the way society is and how peoples attitudes are now its rare to be able to start a conversation with a random person. The occasional person might say "hello", "morning", and when they do you kind of stutter in shock and mumble out a word that resembles "hello". I could sit on this bench all day and the only people who say "hi" are people i know and work with. Not even most other shop workers say hello.

Of course though i am basing all this in Margate high street and during the day. Different rules in early morning with the dog walkers and night time at pubs and clubs. but why is the day so differetent?

Anyhoo,  as these people wont talk to me i have decided to start my own stories. Like in real life some are happy, some are sad, some are disturbing and some are seedy.

The first character to pass me is a man, to look at he is in his mid to late 60's, but is actually 45, life hasnt treated him fairly, we shall call him Frank. I see Frank every day i work. Our friend Frank wears a medium length wax coat, not dirty, a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple pair of bright white trainers. Clothes wise Frank is very clean, but you notice that his finger nails are really dirty, he has a bushy beard that has crumbs in it, yellow teeth and very greasy straggly hair. It seems weird his clothes look so clean but he looks so rotten, he doesnt even have a bad odor about him.

Frank lives in Sandwic...