The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.


The Nice Thing About Strangers

In a row of souvenir shops by the Hagia Sofia, a tiny girl with blonde curls wanders ahead of her mother, who has been enjoying the distractingly flirtatious salesmen.  Both hold pensive looks on their faces. The mother assesses a tapestry; the girl idly lifts a yellow ceramic shoe the length of her head. The keepsake is decorated with painted flowers and a scrawl of the word “Istanbul,” which she squints over since she’s too young to read. The girl tucks the shoe under her arm and moves on to the next storefront.

The salesman, not alarmed, holds his cigarette at his side and smirks at the girl’s boldness. As her mother catches up, she gives him a knowing smile without knowing. He nods toward her child. The mother blinks, rebuffed for a moment, until she realizes what she should have been supervising.

“Sam!” Our tiny cold criminal gazes toward…

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2 comments on “Unsuspecting

  1. Christopher S. Malone
    March 1, 2014

    Your observations, your creativity and voice are all impeccably original. I’ve probably commented along those lines before, and please pardon my redundancy. This is why your blog stands out.

    • You’re far too kind. I appreciate the visits and this blush-inspiring comment. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the stories thus far.

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