What can YOU say in six sentences?
Lately, I have been seeing more of Mr. Red than usual. His eyes are heavily rimmed with sadness and grief. I can feel his heart continually breaking into smaller pieces as he moves about in his day to day random doings. Mr. Red smokes cigars; their stink lingers around long after he is gone; I'm not even sure of his real name, we all just call him Mr. Red because he has a subtle tint in his graying hair that gives way to imagine him as a young man in his prime; tall, piercing blue eyes, fair skin, and bright red hair. I don't know much at all about him except for the fact that he is very friendly, and that he was absolutely in love with his wife of many years, and he painstakingly took care of her for years with nobody ever bothering to take care of him. Lately, Mr Red has been coming alone.