Santiago was a humble man, but he knew he could make more money if he could expand his farm, and so, when he could, he bought an extra piece of land: One little parcel after another, eventually enough to support his family and his grandchildren too. But, for Santiago, nothing ever changed, he just worked on his farm. Oddly, very few people in town knew that Santiago, with his worn sombrero and faded overalls, had become the largest land owner in town. Santiago probably didn’t know that either.
While he never indulged in himself, Santiago finally had to retire his old, rusty pick-up truck and he bought a new one. This was hardly a luxury, but a real prize for a simple man like Santiago. On his way into town one day, the new truck stalled on the railroad tracks. Instead of jumping clear of the oncoming train, he stayed with the truck, trying to get it restarted. The impact was swift and severe. The truck was unrecognizably mangled. But Santiago managed to get out of the truck and say, “Yo estoy bien.” He collapsed a moment later and died where he fell.
Santiago never really enjoyed his wealth, but he provided very well for his family. Much of his land has been donated for schools, parks and churches and, ironically, some of the land was sold to build more factories.
I wrote this for the Week 83 Trifecta Writing Challenge where we are to write a 33-333 word composition using the word “rusty” in the context of something which is a rusty color.
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