Of course they did.
How could they not?
The old man looked as though a strong gust of wind might carry him away.
His skin stretched tightly over his bones.
His eyes remained closed most of the time.
His body barely moved.
Yet every single day, regardless of weather, he was brought to the same spot facing the ocean.
Tourists whispered.
Locals speculated.
Some thought he was dying.
Others believed he suffered from dementia.
A few assumed his family simply didn’t know what else to do with him.
Nobody actually knew.
And nobody ever asked.
Until one summer morning.
A young woman named Claire arrived early to walk her dog.
As she passed the old man, she noticed something unusual.
There was a photograph resting on his lap.
A faded black-and-white picture.
The corners were worn.
The image had clearly been handled thousands of times.
Curious, she glanced closer.
The photograph showed a young woman smiling on this very same beach.
The same stretch of sand.
The same ocean.
The same horizon.
Claire couldn’t stop thinking about it..
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