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Musing Way Prompt 34: Blackout
I dont always wear black. For moths people in town referred to me as the "Man in Black" probably helped by Miz. Travis's not-so flattering description of me in her newspaper, but it's not true.
Josiah gave me a poncho that has more colours than a rainbow; I have shirts that used to be white, although they are more a faded, dirty grey colour now; and I have several pairs of britches that are biege, or brown, or whatever colour they're called.
I just prefer to wear black sometimes. It gives me an air of danger, or so Buck tells me. It serves a slightly different purpose in my mind. It scares people away. Keeps them from wanting to get too close.
And in a job like ours, you dont want people to get too close to you. It's dangerous.
Josiah gave me a poncho that has more colours than a rainbow; I have shirts that used to be white, although they are more a faded, dirty grey colour now; and I have several pairs of britches that are biege, or brown, or whatever colour they're called.
I just prefer to wear black sometimes. It gives me an air of danger, or so Buck tells me. It serves a slightly different purpose in my mind. It scares people away. Keeps them from wanting to get too close.
And in a job like ours, you dont want people to get too close to you. It's dangerous.