The Man with the Old Trunk [Short Story]

Good Evening Friends,

As I laid down to rest my eyes, I began daydreaming. My mind weaved together this story. Sometimes, if we remain open to people from all walks of life, we can spread love and in turn they can help us too. Spread kindness and remain open to love. After all, it’s nice having someone to help lift our load. I hope you enjoy this story. ❤

Much love,

~Kitten xx

 

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The Man with the Old Trunk

Once upon a time there was a man carrying an old trunk.

He was traveling from a long ways away.

One day he was walking along a dirt road when he passed by some rice paddies.

The man dragged his heavy trunk along the dirt road.

A field worker looked up from his crops seeing the man.

The man watched the field worker come over.

“Hello” said the man as he set down his trunk, “What are you doing?”.

“I’m planting rice” said the young man, “this is where I work”.

The man looked at the rice paddy. Then he looked up at the sky.

It was a hot day and the young man didn’t have a hat to wear.

Silently the man took off his hat and handed it to the young man.

“Thank you!” the young man said grinning.

“Where are you headed to?” he asked the man with the old trunk.

“I don’t know” replied the man. “Well” said the young field worker, “perhaps I can help you carry your trunk for a while?”. The man nodded and the two set off. It was nice having someone to help lift the load.

 

The man with the old trunk eventually waved goodbye to the young field worker and continued on his way.

As he walked along the road he came to a small village.

There on the corner of the street was an old woman sitting next to a cart of rubbish.

The old woman looked at the man with the trunk. The man looked at the old woman with the cart.

He noticed that the old woman didn’t have a coat to keep her warm when the nights would turn cold.

“Hello” he said to the old woman stepping up to her warmly.

“Hello” said the old woman, watching the man curiously.

Without a word the man took off his jacket and draped it around the woman.

The woman’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you” she said wiping her face, “I get so cold at night”. The man nodded.

“Where are you headed?” the old woman asked.

“I don’t know” replied the man.

“Well” said the old woman, “perhaps I can help you carry your trunk for a while?”. The old woman pulled out her cart and the man lifted the trunk on top of the steel frame.

Together they quietly pushed the cart down the road side by side. It was nice having someone to help lift the load.

 

The man with the old trunk eventually waved goodbye to the old woman and continued on his way.

As he walked along the road, he saw a boy wandering on his way to school.

The old man watched as the boy swatted at tall grass that stuck out onto the side of the road.

The boy was tall, thin, and his feet were bare.

The boy noticed the old man with the trunk and paused to look him over.

The man looked at the boy, and the boy looked at the man.

Quietly the man came over to the boy. Without a word he set down his trunk and opened it. He laid out a pair of shiny, black shoes on to the road and then closed his trunk again.

Picking up the pair of shoes, he handed them to the boy. The boy’s eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Thank you!” he said to the man, and slipped on the pair of shoes. It felt good to not walk on the bare ground anymore.

The man nodded and picked up his old trunk again.

“Where are you going?” asked the boy. “I don’t know” replied the man.

“Well” the boy said, “perhaps I can help you carry your trunk for a while?”. The man nodded and the two set off. It was nice having someone to help lift the load.

 

The man with the old trunk eventually waved goodbye to the boy and continued on his way.

As he walked along the road he passed by a group of tall buildings. A young girl was sitting out on the front stoop.

In her arms was a book, but the girl was frowning. Her lips moved as she struggled to make out each sound of the letters on the page.

The man paused to watch the young girl try to read.

The young girl suddenly looked up at the man with the old trunk.

Without a word the man set down his trunk. He opened it and pulled out a small children’s book with the alphabet.

He walked over and sat next to the young girl. For over an hour he sat there reading and re-reading to the young girl teaching her the sounds of the letters.

Finally, with a nod of his head he stood to leave and handed her the book to keep.

“Thank you” the young girl said, “Where are you going?”.

“I don’t know” replied the man. “Well” the young girl said, “perhaps I can help you carry your trunk for a while?”. The young girl ran around to her backyard and pulled out her little red wagon.

The man nodded and set the old trunk on top of the wagon. Together the pair began walking down the road. It was nice having someone to help lift the load.

 

The man with the old trunk eventually waved goodbye to the young girl and continued on his way.

As he walked, he passed by vendors and markets of every kind.

One of the shops was a florist. Outside, a young woman was tying bunches of flowers together into bouquets.

The man stopped to watch the young woman. To him, she was simply beautiful.

The young woman looked up and smiled at the man. The man set down his trunk and smiled at the young woman.

Suddenly the young woman gasped and looked down to see that she had grabbed a rose stem by mistake. Her hand was bleeding from being pricked by thorns.

The man walked over and looked at the young woman. Then he looked at her hand. Without a word, the man tore off his sleeve and began gently wrapping it around the young woman’s palm to stop the bleeding.

The young woman blinked in surprise. “Thank you” she whispered.

“Where are you going?” the young woman asked. “I don’t know” the man replied.

“Well” the young woman said, “perhaps I can help you carry your trunk for a while?”. The man nodded and the two set off.

Along the way the young woman looked over at the man. The man smiled as he looked over at the young woman.

“Would you like to get a bite to eat?” she asked with a shy smile. The man nodded. Finally, he had a destination to go.

The man and the young woman walked towards a café holding the old trunk together hand in hand.

It was nice having someone to help lift the load.

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