Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
In the park, I sit with a friend on a blanket. We have taken off our shoes, made ourselves comfortable, catching up on what we’ve done while we were apart. I love these sorts of reunions with people I haven’t seen in 6 months, in well over a year. We fall back into a happy set of stories and we laugh.
A little girl in a red striped top is crossing the park behind her parents and sister. She spies us and smiles. She stops by our blanket. Her parents passed earlier, speaking a language I didn’t recognize, but I tell the little girl, “Hello!” She doesn’t reply. She’s holding her hands together in front of her waist and staring at our discarded shoes. The shoes are quite unremarkable–blue deck shoes and black loafers, simple, worn from a summer of roaming. She gazes from the shoes and proceed to stare straight into our faces, one at a time, perhaps matching the person with the abandoned pair. Her mother calls to her, but the girl has found something very funny in this shoeless two on a blanket. She giggles to herself, like a grown-up delighting in a moment of fond memory. Finally, she relents as her mother calls again. I wave goodbye but she has already moved on.