Three old men in traditional Greek garb walked up the stone-lined street. Behind them a dazzling white church with a blue dome glittered in the sun.
Four tattooed young men spilled from a bar, drunk and rowdy even in the late morning quiet. They staggered down the street and stopped, swaying, in front of the old men. One of the drunks snatched the small, round black hat off the head of one of the older Greeks. . . .
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hat off the head of one of the older Greeks and plopped it on his own head, spinning away with a guffaw. Once out of reach, he put on a mock serious face and paced with ridiculously long steps down the sidewalk, stroking a nonexistent beard and gesticulating to nonexistent companions. His friends howled. The old men had stopped and now gazed silently at the spectacle. The hatless one made no move to smooth his hair, blown awry by the young drunk’s prank.
awry by the young drunk’s prank.
George and Theo, the two older men, exchanged a look and came silently to some agreement unnoticed by the boisterous youths. Hat Snatcher came strutting back. He swept off the hat and bowed deeply before his pals like a great tenor before a cheering opera house. The hatless man, George, spoke quietly, “Here.” He gazed steadily at Hat Snatcher, the look in his eyes conveying some message that quieted the young man, who attempted to straighted up and come to a ragged sort of attention.
…come to a ragged sort of attention.
His three buddies, unaware, were still leaning on each other and gasping with laughter. One of them, a tall, good-looking youth with wavy dark hair falling in his eyes, actually fell on the ground, which set off another storm of hilarity.
“Hey. Shut up!” Hat snatcher’s change of mood cut through the drunken fog like a scalpel.
…through the drunken fog like a scalpel. His laughing buddies stared in stunned silence. Hat Snatcher struggled visibly to pull himself together. He extended the hat to its owner, who held his eye in a fierce glare that foreswore conversation.
As soon as the hat was back in the hand of its owner, the four young men dashed downhill, stumbling and richocheting off the stone walls.
George watched them retreat. He exchanged a grin with Theo, who said, ” . . .
He exchanged a grin with Theo, who said,
“I remember when that was us, old friend.”
They resumed their slow walk up the street, reminiscing in silence.
This feels finished, so I won’t add more. It was FUN playing with you on this one.
Yes it was! Let’s do it again sometime.