Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Brno is a city that nearly evaded all vowels. You can see the Cathedral of St. Peter and Paul straightaway upon arrival. It leaps up and towers above everything.
From my bus, I watch an old man at a tram stop taking tiny, tiny steps to weave around girls wearing headphones. He will need a straighter path to the doors when the tram finally arrives. The girls are unbothered by him and he is unbothered by their scattered positions on the sidewalk. He moves like it’s an afternoon ski-less slalom. He has quite impressive speed given the minute, shuffling movement he manages.
In a labored circle to the bus station and back onto the highway, I saw ceaseless advertisements, billboards. Nearly every surface seems commercial. There’s Hornbacher home improvement store that looks like a circus–people wander from small cars through a stream of flags and into the tent-like doors and floors. Next to the perfect teeth or happy people enjoying toothpaste, I felt and sometimes spotted the shadow of the Cathedral.
Coming and going, the Cathedral can see all visitors. I catch the gaze of the steeples in the reflections of store windows. It peers over the goings-on, the commerce, the waiting, the shuffling daily lives. It evaded my attempts to get a clear photo as well.
–Brno, Czech Republic.