Today's word of the day for January 12 is weal.
This one reminds me of weasel. Dangerous tiny thing. Well, this is my piece.
The old man sits on a rocking chair inside the old house. He is getting weaker by the day. His breath is barely there. To a stranger, he will be called to life beyond any moment. But those who know who he really is stay away.
His index finger is the only movement which can be seen. The community used to be concerned for his weal. They would bring him food and clean the house. That stopped after one of them died, followed by another till they recognised the pattern. Now, they wait patiently for him to stop breathing.
