This is the start of somebody.
Edward was a small man. He lived in the small hollows of large homes and accounted for all the small things neglected by large lives. He gathered slips of forgotten paper and read with lips silently framing what his eyes tracked. He made notes with the stubs of yellow pencils in thin lined books. He took only small payments for his efforts. The largest thing about Edward was the time spent tracking all the minutiae for those who couldn’t spare the moments themselves.
~ Corinne Simpson