Strange - almost Beguiling

Francis would often sing his sentences, rather than speak them ordinarily. His voice was so cordial it seemed to quieten and calm everyone who heard it.

“It is very strange that he should sing as he does” - the village had said with criticism. And it was strange - almost beguiling.

He was not simple minded, yet held little concern for wealth or future prosperity. No sooner had he coins in his purse, he would give them away to whoever might ask him. And, there were so many in need, who did so ask.

Often, when sent to the market, Francis had returned with the produce, and no change from the purchase left over. His mother was constantly making excuses for their narrowed budget.

Francis, had thought nothing of giving away all that he had in the moment, as charity came naturally to him.

He would save scraps of cloth from Pietro's weavery for the poorest families, to help wrap their infants and their bread. He even brought leftovers from his own table down into the streets below, leaving them on the bottom steps for the beggars and the birds.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances