50 Word Story Contest Week #15 - A Chance Encounter

I walk with a sedate calm through the blustery high street. He approaches me, ragged, mumbling - he seeks a certain photograph of a windmill. Upon finding it behind the counter at a thrift store, he presents to me a dandelion from his lapel, and gives me his Hebrew name.

I've been on Steemit a week now, sharing paintings and snippets of my art journey. I learned about fifty words as I entered a painting competition, only to find that @henry-gant had generously increased the reward pool. I decided to investigate! And found fiftywords. I hope you like this story, it's a true one.