The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

Yes, there is snow on the ground, but is it too early to be thinking of being able to sit in the park? In grass? To savor the day?


The Nice Thing About Strangers

The pair meets in the Kültürpark, a space filled with palm trees, joggers, idle folks napping on benches, doing Sudoku on benches, staring into space on benches. A grandfather takes his small grandson around the perimeter on a whisper-silent moped so the visitors can only hear their approach by the tiny, growing laughter. A stray cat pauses in the greenery to let a stray dog pass.

The pair spots each other. He climbs up from his place under a tree to greet her, to watch from his feet as she passes a bored security guard manning the gate and waits for slow joggers to clear her path to him. She wears an orange scoopneck shirt and her hair wound up in a bun. They hug. They hug with their torsos together, but then lean back from each other while still holding on–no kissing, no lingering close–so it is hard to…

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This entry was posted on March 25, 2013 by in Travel.

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