An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

the footsteps on the pier boards, heard the creak of the fourth plank that he always stepped over, heard it twice more in quick succession, and noted all of this without moving his eyes from the float. He also heard the particular quality of their silence at the end, the silence of young men looking at an old one and deciding something.

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