Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Here’s tale from Turkey over two years ago. It’s my birthday on Wednesday, so I’m reminiscing a bit. 🙂
The salesman gazes and grins at a tourist sitting alone in the outdoor café. Her chair points toward his shop. To investigate him, she looks across the center line of a table where two ladies with large, hooped, elaborate earrings examine menus. The tourist smiles across at the salesman. He waves, she waves back.
One of the ladies in the earrings turns to her purse for make-up–lunch will remove her lip-gloss, so she adds more eye shadow, more blush. One shouldn’t look unkempt while eating soup. As she makes herself up, she catches the solo tourist gesturing, but notes it is not her attention being sought, only some fixed point beyond her table. The lady turns in the direction of the action so slowly that the salesman has walked away. He wanders around his booth, turning toward his admirer at times, and then walking off to smirk over his luck…
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