Eli’s father, Alexio, emigrated to the States from Vendas Novas, Portugal when Eli was only two. Alexio was a shoemaker back in the old country and opened a cobbler shop in Newark, New Jersey, where he and his family settled. Alexio taught Eli everything there was to learn about the craft, but Eli spurned his father’s wishes, went to college, and became a lawyer.
That was decades ago. Now his wife had passed, his kids were grown and living their own lives, and most of his friends had either passed or moved away. Eli felt that the time was right to rediscover his roots and there was nothing holding him back.
So Eli closed his law practice, sold his home and most of his possessions, and moved back to Vendos Novas, a place he had little memory of, and opened a small cobbler shop on a steep, narrow street in town.
Now an old man, Eli rode his bicycle to his shop every morning and walk it up the steep incline each evening after closing. It was a simple life for the old timer who just wanted to live out his remaining years in the place where it began many years earlier.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: MorgueFile April b5afa0fad12c0fc6b1d0bf8cc983d6e4.