Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Granted it is a baseball card exhibit. For a New York City museum guard, it must have been different from the ceaseless Picassos. The cards feature baseball players from a time of illustrations rather than photographs. People meander through, enjoying that here they can stand quite close to the mounted artifacts while in other rooms there’s be a required distance.
A little boy gazes like a panning camera, studying this room’s security guard. The boy looks from the old man’s shirtfront buttons to his closed eyes. He watches the exhales of his snores rustling the old man’s mustache. The guard has one knee bent and rests that foot behind him on the wall. Somehow the foot stays in place–perhaps the grips of his shoes? His other foot keeps him aloft. It is worth some thoughtful contemplation that someone can sleep while standing on one leg in a museum, or anywhere, perhaps. The Flamingo Overseer snoozes and the boy waits with great anticipation to see the man wake up or fall over, whichever comes first.
-New York City.