I don't go to visit George today. Instead, I grab a few copies of one of my stories (that I hand wrote over ten times last night so I'd have more than one thing to sell) and head downtown.
"Handwritten stories for sale! Just a dime a piece!"
This is a stupid idea, who would want to read my stories?
Several people come and go without so much as a glance. However, one elderly man soon stops and looks at me.
"May I have a look?"
I nod silently and hand the man my story. He reads it, and smiles.
"This is quite good. In fact, I think my granddaughter will be quite fond of it. How much?"
"Just a dime, sir." I grin.
He nods and fishs a dime out of his pocket, handing it to me.
"Thank you!"
"May I ask the name of the author?"
"That would be me, sir. My name is Eleanor."
"Eleanor?"
I nod.
"Eleanor Taylor."
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
ФанфікиThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
