He was everybody’s go to person when they needed to let off some steam.
Need to bear your soul, confess a secret, need a shoulder to cry on, or even just need some quiet conversation-less company – go to Ned. He was always there with a quiet smile on his lips.
He was the best keeper of secrets.
Poor Ned was a little dim – and so he was everybody’s trashcan.
Poor Ned was a little dim – and so he was also everybody’s punching bag.
Written in response to Cranny’s 1 Minute Fiction Challenge based on the above picture.
Leaking Ink 