Story Time With Khaos

 Mishti laughed in the poor, old man's face. "Why should I believe in such nonsence? This is why the world has gone to the dogs!" She spat. The old man smiled gently at her. He stood up of the cardboard he had been resting on, and looked at her straight in the eye. He looked at the branches. He swept is arm across the gray skies. "You see the trees yes?" He asked.

"Yes. They are trees, big deal." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you see how they are changing? Not by choice but by force?"

"Yes. This is utter babble!" She cried. The old man hushed her. "Fall is coming to an end, young girl. Winter is moving in. And whether you like it or not, you better make this best of it. Does this sound familiar to you?" He asked.

"I suppose. My father is moving back in, I never really forgave him for what he did. He didn't deserve it."  Mishti answered.

"This is a time, family time. You and he need to come to an agreement. Start some ground rules."

Mishti smiled at him. "Thank you." She whispered. She hugged him and walked away. A man walked up to him, grinning. "Now, how did you do that?" He asked, extremely curious.

"Sometimes, even babble from an old geezer like me can help out any young soul."