Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The woman totes water in heavy blue jugs. In the shade, the spot is cool–in the sun, the spot is temperate. Winter and summer must be severe, but October is a reprieve from the extremes. She lives below the scenic lookout and has learned to ignore the dozens of people piling out of mini-buses to snap photos. Men set up stands to sell scarves and souvenirs above, while guides give their guests about fifteen minutes to collect their memories.
A small group of Turkish boys clap at her pets–her pigeons–and the birds take flight, clapping their wings in response. They are disquieted and she stops her labors. She puts her hand above her eyes to block the morning sun and gives the boys her best glare. They’re just passing through, but she is here to stay.