Monse

Old Man Monse spent most days rocking himself in his hammock and chewing tobacco then spitting into a coffee can.  He only got up when it was time to relief himself but struggled to reach the latrine on time.  His once erect back was hunched; his eyes fixed on the ground watching his every step.  Hard to believe this was the town’s Judge; the very man who spied the pretty girls when they fetched water.  Girls shuddered in fear when they’d notice the judge touch himself when he stared.  Now they ridiculed Old Man Monse who had always lacked self-control.

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