The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A Small Winter Story in July
Phillip is so tiny for his age. Even among the Kindergarteners, he is miniscule. Heading out to play, he is about to wear his house-shoes outdoors. The kids are bundling up and someone calls about his shoes, “Schuhe!” He thinks, “Handshuhe,” and looks for his gloves.
He trudges toward the door. When the door slides open and the breeze blows in, he feels the lack of insulation around his toes and gasps. He realizes he is still in his slippers and laughs beautifully in self-forgiveness. He smiles and hurries into his boots–shaking his head at himself like a dear, absent-minded friend.
–Vienna, Austria.
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
What a handsome little boy……………..I liked this story could just imagine him in his slippers
Isn’t he a doll!? Always with his hair sticking up in various places. 🙂 Such a little sweetie. He always called me, “Die Paige.” 😀
Beautiful