Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The blonde man wearing a blue shirt struts in his immaculate tan shoes. Even behind his sunglasses, I see him light up. Down the sidewalk a pretty brunette is waving and waving. He crosses the street making a happy diagonal toward her. Though swiftly bridging the gap between them, a little boy on a bicycle overtakes him. The boy rides to the gesticulating brunette–a delighted aunt with a singular focus. The little boy was the reason for the happy greetings. He was the one she sought. His mother arrives as well, unsuccessfully dashing after the bike, but greeting the reunited with a small smile.
The blonde man–seeing the scene–cuts a wide curve around and away from the trio. He is blushing and tripping, surely scuffing the shoes. I watch him go, but no one else seems to notice. I’m still wondering now: who had he been expecting? Could there be another brunette out there waiting on him? Who did he believe was waving him close?