One Minute Wit
A Brief Shining Moment
To Savor
Every once in a while I do something that makes sense or turns out like I planned.
But it usually doesn’t take long for things to get back to normal.
50-Word Microfiction
Teenage Disappointment
It was another bitter cold Michigan winter.
A neighboring town was holding its annual ice sculpture competition.
My friend Joey and I decided to carve a car out of ice.
We had just crossed the Tennessee state border when we realized we probably weren’t going to make it to Florida.
Story
Time For Me To Fly
I stand on the edge of the roof. Ten floors down to the street.
Across the street on the eighth floor, I see old man Perkins sitting in his easy chair. Sipping scotch and reading The New York Times. That’s his evening routine. His life is all about routine.
Two floors down, three windows to the left, Mrs. Walters is preparing dinner. More than likely one of her fabulous pasta dishes. Her kids don’t know how good they have it. Finding food on the streets is not easy.
One floor down and two windows to the right, Sarah is pounding away at her laptop. She is writing the next great American novel. She eats while she types. Dedication or obsession? Who knows?
Two windows to the right sits Lenny. He is playing video games. He looks longingly at Sarah on those warm nights when she sits on her fire escape. I don’t understand why he doesn’t talk to her. She must be lonely too. Spending all that time alone with her laptop. A city full of people can be a heartbreaking lonely place.
One more floor down and four windows to the left is my favorite, Rachel. She always puts a plate with the leftover pieces of bread from her sandwiches on the fire escape for me.
There she is. Sweet Rachel. It looks like wheat bread this time. She’s back inside.
Time for me to fly.
[July 25, 2018. New York City. The Thoughts of Greencollar the Pigeon.]
Happy Monday.
Mark