“I don’t know why people think I’m crazy,” said an old British man.

“Maybe because I am different.”

There was once an old British man who people believed was crazy but he thought he was completely normal. He had a wife named Margaret and she loved his sense of humor.

“Maybe,” said Margaret as she was brewing tea in the kitchen.

The old man really needed a job and he had an idea.

“I will look at the clouds and what I see will be my job,” said the old man confidently and he went to the park with Margaret and laid on the damp grass.

“I can see something!” shouted the happy old man as he knew what his job would be.

“What?” asked Margaret excitedly.

“A fisherman,” said the old man. “Thank you sky.”

This story is brought to you by my 10 year old step daughter Sarah. She tried out Friday Fictioneers last week and has decided to give the Sunday Photo Fiction a try. Hopefully she will continue. – Danny (More stories by Sarah.)

Tower Bridge, London

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July 12th, 2015

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