Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Two boys in shoes unsuited for the crisp day stand seemingly unaccompanied in the Vienna U-Bahn. There are several potential mother-types seated nearby, perhaps taking a break from supervision while the train was in motion. The boys stand and swing on the center pole by the doors. They read the U-Bahn map, switching seamlessly between Austrian pronunciation of the stop named Meidling Hauptstrasse and the Turkish word gittim. The boys recount the places they have been in their city: Kettenbrückengasse, Pilgramgasse.
A woman in camel brown leather boots and a matching purse watches me watching the boys. I realize that she doesn’t know what they are saying, but I evidently do. I try to stop smiling and feel myself blushing, as my vague attempts at language acquisition are sufficient to help me know where these children have been.