Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Sorry not to have something new, but I’m caught up a bit today and distracted. My thoughts are with of the folks in the Colorado Flooding, my home town, my neighborhood, my heart. Wishing my parents the best as they batten down the hatches.
See you soon.
On the busy road, a taxi driver slows, inspiring a concerto of honking horns behind him. A red soccer ball rolls into traffic. I notice the children, the owners of the ball, a few blocks ahead, peering to see what might be the result of their game. Two girls, two boys, another girl holding a light pink ball and hugging it, perhaps as a sign that it would be unfit for a match.
A man hustles out into traffic to retrieve the ball. He looks down the block, and I offer to deliver it, as I am walking in their direction anyway. He pauses with the hesitation of an ego considering kicking the ball to show off his prowess, then thankfully choosing the second option: bringing it a few paces and not kicking a ball at the foreign blonde woman. I carry it a block to where the children stand…
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