The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

A Free Spirit

The plane is nearly full when the family boards. Bringing up the end of the line, the father wears an Armani Exchange t-shirt that reads not only the brand name, … Continue reading

April 27, 2015 · 5 Comments

Watching the Watcher

“If you don’t like the weather, wait a few minutes,” the lady says conspiratorially when she approaches me at a crosswalk. I chuckle as a sign of pedestrian solidarity. I’ve … Continue reading

January 28, 2015 · 3 Comments

Tram 6: Another Abbreviated Love Story

They see each other while she is a passenger and he waits at the stop. As the tram slows and the doors opens, they both lift their chins just a … Continue reading

September 29, 2014 · 8 Comments

Car Dancing

The boy is a teenager, but also a boy. He sits in the passenger seat of a truck and dances in his spot. He sit-dances with the best of them, … Continue reading

June 11, 2014 · 13 Comments

The 400th Post: Something So Perfect.

The fact that I am publishing the 400th blog post is totally amazing to me. This all started as a way to sort through notes from my travels. Since then, … Continue reading

April 25, 2014 · 23 Comments

Follow The Turtle

I’d lost track of how many bridges I’d crossed, which was not my first mistake, but one among many. I thought I had been retracing my steps, but must have … Continue reading

September 20, 2013 · 7 Comments

Consolation

I love that if you’re writing in a notebook in public, everyone thinks you might be a spy. A spy of sorts, I suppose, but not a very glamorous one, … Continue reading

September 16, 2013 · 4 Comments

The Lone Star and her Husband

A man with a pink-striped polo shirt with a nonetheless tough disposition walks by the cafĂ© window. He sees the sixty-something red-haired woman at a table inside. He breaks out … Continue reading

August 7, 2013 · 7 Comments

Cheer up, Buttercup.

A little girl with curly blonde hair perches in her stroller with a scowl. Her mother navigates toward their departure gate, and the girl’s lips are twisted, her brow gathered, … Continue reading

November 7, 2012 · 5 Comments

Novi Sad, Part I

Most of the girls in town have long, straight-cut bangs that make a horizon over their eyebrows. Most of the girls hold cigarettes in their unsmiling mouths. They pout like … Continue reading

June 27, 2012 · 3 Comments

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