Anyone who knew Charles would describe him as nice, not because he was truly kind, but because there wasn’t much else to say about Charles. Standing at five foot eight with a skinny fat build that wasn’t quite a dad bod, he looked exactly like the average married Asian man in his thirties who owned a home in the East Bay. And if you were to meet Charles at a birthday party or a wedding, he would be pleasant enough but you would have a hard time remembering the next day what exactly you two spoke about.
This is not a specific comment to this post but to all your stories, which are wonderful and your kind soul shines through in all of them. The term "heartwarming" is obviously a cliché but reading your stuff literally does make my heart feel warmer, and that is a rare feeling. Good job, keep going.
whoo - love how you built up the suspense in this one, expanding and dilating the passage of time!
This is not a specific comment to this post but to all your stories, which are wonderful and your kind soul shines through in all of them. The term "heartwarming" is obviously a cliché but reading your stuff literally does make my heart feel warmer, and that is a rare feeling. Good job, keep going.