Job of a Lifetime

There was a breeze and the door opened a little more, so I gently pushed it all the way open.

The old man was unravelling bundles of rope, cutting them into lengths with a large knife, mumbling to himself. We entered and he seemed oblivious to us. His room smelled of kerosene.

“ Are you the caretaker? “ I asked.

John was amazed at the silk tapestry on the wall. Jim checked in a vase and coughed, “ I think those are human ashes in there. “

I was trying to decipher what the old man was saying, but for the life of me, I couldn't grasp his dialect, wondering aloud, “ What do you think he's saying?

“ Sounds familiar, “ Jim said. “ Some shit about three ropes. “





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