Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A couple and their toddler toddle through the hip Vienna neighborhood. As they come into an area with shops, cafes, and restaurants, the father lifts the tiny girl up onto his shoulders. She sits with her knees on his clavicle, her hands on top of his head. She rides proudly atop her father’s height. Her curls bounce as he steps. She moves her head happily to a song no one else can hear.
She turns left and notices a child in the windows of a clothing store. It is her reflection–moving from one window to the next, high above her usual perspective. She moves in a slight jolt until she finally makes the connection. She watches herself in the glass, but has noticed that walls or doors cast no reflection. So she gazes at the buildings on her side, looking ahead during the wall sections, looking at herself in the windows as mirrors when her family passes. Back and forth, she can view the street and then herself. She plays the game of glancing for about a block, then noting the last window pane before a crosswalk, she turns to herself and waves goodbye.