They Mocked the Quiet Old Man Until the Gym’s Forgotten History Spoke Back

holding the strap of his faded canvas bag.

He watched Ryan teach the children how to stand.

A faint smile touched his face.

Then he turned and walked on.

Inside, no one saw him.

Not that time.

But the bell above the door seemed to give the smallest sound anyway, though the door never opened.

Ryan paused.

Daniel looked toward the window.

Harold did too.

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