Joe was an average Joe who always took time to enjoy a nice, steaming cup of Joe. He couldn’t bear the thought of (in his opinion) letting one of life’s simple pleasures go to waste. One of Joe’s favorite places was a quaint coffee shop located a few blocks away from his job. Joe was also a realist who strongly rebuked theoretical visionaries and avoided creating rapport with quixotic groups whose ideas bore striking differences to his own. As one can see, Joe truly was an ordinary guy.
Or was he?
There was one strange anomaly that refuted Joe’s normality. For a few weeks every summer, Joe went to live in his bare, unadorned cabin in a sparsely inhabited part of Canada. It was even rumored that he spent much of his time weaving baskets, whittling wood and whispering to the local bears . . . .
© 2014 Jessica
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