Tempest of Emotions
Chapter Eight- Old Bill Parson
The setting sun shone upon old Bill Parson, rocking in his old chair. He was a man care-worn and wind-tossed, one of the few eccentrics who stayed in this dry forsaken land. Over the years, Bill watched his neighbors come and go and still he remained. This land was never the same after the Pulse, much like after the Dust Bowl Era of a most forgotten past, but still Bill stayed. He had seen better times in the big cities up north and used parts of his brain that were now rarely used or even thought about. By some secret, Parson was the indomitable one who seemed able to weather the harsh winter storms and the searing summer heat where water was a treasure far more tantalizing than gold. Bill had a secret strength in him, an aged wiry man, who was able to outlast his robust and hearty young neighbors. Most were lucky to last a whole year while Bill somehow continued to survive for an unknown time. Bill was a mysterious legend, even to those who knew him best, he came to this town old and although countless years had passed, he had not aged a day. Bill lived on the outskirts of the town, an observant loner at heart, he watched his neighbors with a keener eye than they suspected. It was thus that old Bill Parson was the first to note a dark blue dust encrusted vehicle driven by a pair of fair faces, ones that brought back memories of old Bill being surrounded by many of these fair faces. Ones that had the same intent look upon them as these two did, ones who had their innocence torn away and although sad, not quite comprehending the complete inhumanity and monstrosity inflicted upon their young faces. Bill grunted, his past was catching up to him. It was time to move again.
A/N- I know, this is an odd chapter, but trust me, this guy is here for a reason...not sure at the moment what, but he does have his uses, or will...