All the women in his life were inclined to run walk.
Mother, sister, girlfriend.
They all shot down the street like track stars.
Rueben liked to mosey.
Take is sweet time and drag his feet.
His soles were worn from shuffling down the sidewalk.
Meanwhile, they all chatted and laughed their way up ahead.
Thought this was a funny idea.
All the women in his life walk really fast, but Reuben doesn’t.
In fact, he’s so determined to walk slowly that his shoes are worn from shuffling.
I haven’t decided if we’ll hear from Reuben again or if this is the sum total of his existence here at Story 55.
You could always chime in if you’d like to see him fleshed out a bit more.