Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I’m renting an apartment in Budapest for a week. It’s an adorable building in a great location. The apartment has the amenities I sought, it is quiet and clean. However, I’m mostly in love with the leftovers I’m finding in the hallway.
Unsettled by elevators as a general rule, I take the stairs. In this building, on the last landing before the ground floor, someone leaves various items for others to take. They sit on a window ledge without any signage, but each day there has been something waiting for a new home. First I saw a set of books, then a set of lace placemats or handkerchiefs. They are small tokens, but what is set there in the morning is nearly always gone by the evening. For the last two days there have been four sets of shoes, all untouched. Perhaps others in the building don’t like the style or can’t wear the size, but I’m a little heartbroken to see no one accepting these freely given gifts. I’m wondering if I should take a pair, give them a home in my suitcase, and try to pass them on elsewhere. The adage is that if the shoe fits, not if the sentiment strikes. Nonetheless, I consider it briefly before thinking of the other places I’ll need to tote my luggage. So instead I say a happy prayer for the giver and their anonymous window-ledge offerings.