It's not easy being a genuine eccentric

This story isn't quite finished yet. I'm still mulling over how to either expand it, or bring it to some sort of satisfying conclusion. It's loosely based on this page in my sketchbook, which I drew while watching a peculiar woman on the train one morning.

I swapped the character from a short woman with a bowl cut and windbreaker to an elderly gentleman wearing a fur coat and glasses as an homage to Edward Gorey (who was probably about as genuine an eccentric as they come, and who did, indeed, walk around like that).