Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
It’s a good time for the lonely. Wear a Bluetooth headset at the market, and you may speak to yourself with impunity while hunting for just the right melon. Your phone can keep you company while you wait in line. It is easier to escape notice, to seek commiseration with a gadget.
It’s a Sunday morning, and in the parking lot the grown man moves out of his truck. Two women are parked in shiny mini-vans, talking on their phones and evaluating him. He wears a white visor, adjusts it, tousles his own hair. He tugs his shirt down over his stomach. Feeling their eyes upon him he confers with himself, ultimately reaching back into the car to bring along his ipod. After connecting himself to the headphones, he walks on his toes and propels himself forward. To demonstrate his freedom, he mouths the words to the song in his ears. He’s after fruit, bread, and a bottle of aspirin, and he’s bringing the band along with him.