Today's OneWord: Stories

I had heard the stories before. All of the stories, actually. Geronimo never let up with them. I knew his life story almost better than he did. In fact, when he started retelling stories to passerby, I would sometimes correct him if he couldn't remember a detail or botched a date. It was almost as if I was becoming the mental stenographer for him here.

So I bought a typewriter from an old friend. Geronimo appreciated the tick-tack sound as I recorded his tales.