Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Today I had slip and very-near-fall in the snow on the sidewalk. Welcome winter–and what a relief to stay upright! It reminded me of bones, gratitude, and this couple. 🙂
The Nice Thing About Strangers
Whenever I remember that I have a skeleton, I get a wave of anxious queasiness. In science classrooms, I would cringe at the bleached construction of what allegedly resides under my skin. It is a place my mind does not want to tread. And the couple to my right on the 2 am flight to Istanbul won’t stop reminding me that we are all merely bones perched upright.
He’s pale like an unbaked sugar cookie with popsicle stick joints. He gazes sweetly at the girl in the middle seat, his girlfriend, it appears. She has a huge jaw–so prominent that it becomes even more shocking to find she also has no chin. He takes off his hoodie and loses a quarter of his width. She has bulging eyes, he sunken cheekbones and chest. They laugh very quietly, almost soundlessly, and trace the top of their partner’s hand. They are the…
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Ok I read the title and thought it was a post about holding hands with a skeleton and I thought that was creepy………….although when you say you have a skeleton you are right we all have one but it gives me the creeps thinking about it
It is, right? Thank you, Joanne, for your support on that. Hehe. Most of my friends think it’s a little odd. Nonetheless, I am unnerved to be a skeleton–even in that’s pretty essential for travel. 😀