Chapter 33: The StrangerApril 3
Downtown Templeton
The day turned out to be sweet and untamed. Springtime wind licked at the edges of the lake, adding a comfortable chill. White clouds played in the blue heavens and the sun stayed a brilliant golden hue, providing the morning with rays of cheer.
While grocery shopping at Behold the Food on Canter Street, a small farmer’s marketplace next to the lake and Plimpton Park, I accidentally bumped into the stranger, Fell Grind. Our chests collided near the eggplant display at Rocco Ricci’s booth. A yellow pear tumbled out of his left hand and fell to the cement parking lot. The pear became lost under Rocco’s truck, unreachable.
Fell and I stopped dead in our tracks and simply stared at each other. Plum-colored bruises circled his eyes in a puf
