John Cutter

John Cutter lived in an old farmer's cottage a few miles out of town. We'd see him around town every so often but he'd never talked to anyone and that was a fixture in our town. For years I really didn't think anything of it until one day when I disobeyed my mom and started dribbling the ball back to the car. It ended up rolling down the high street and stopping just outside a pub. When I ran to collect it by that point it was sitting right at the feet of none other than John Cutter. Can I have my ball back please? Cutter just stared at me and then looked at the ball and then back at me not saying a word. Immediately