short story // Mister Sidewalk
He went on a walk every night for several years already. He doesn't remember when exactly he started to embrace this new routine, but it was something he could not imagine to live without anymore. An escape from the wife that cannot pass any of his action without a sarcastic comment, from a daughter that he had high hopes for but then she forgot to grow up and fly away from the nest and even from the turtle that he captured few year ago and he is sure she will never forgive him that. He was always walking on the road. Not in the middle but a meter beside sidewalk. Once he overheard a young couple talking about him, calling him Mister Sidewalk. They thought he will not connect the conversation with himself but he knew it was about him. He was never wrong about these things. Embracing the peace and quiet of the evening he went back to this particular memory of hearing his nickname. He was quite happy about it and if he would still have an energy to curve his lips into