Monday, April 21, 2014

Homeless

TRAVELIN FOLK
GOIN BROKE
anything helps

She had natty locks and big black rimmed glasses and two dogs. The dogs slept beneath the shade of a city tree while she paced in the sun.

VIETNAM VET
true patriot

He stood in place on the boulevard median, teetering. His eyes opened and shut and his lips moved but he didn't speak. His stubble only looked a few days old, suggestive of a recent shave.

GOD LOVES
US ALL

His hair and beard were bushy and he looked angry, but harmless. The hairs in his beard were black and white and grey. When he begged enough to buy fried rice at China Star, he'd go get it and eat on his way back down 4th Street and throw the empty container on the sidewalk in front of someone's house.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Chance or Fate (by Gloria Garfunkel on Pure Slush)

(I've had a little too much going on lately in my personal life to polish up one my drafts to post this week, and besides that, I'd like to share this story by Gloria Garfunkel via Pure Slush with as many people as possible. Please click here for this week's micro story, Chance or Fate by Gloria Garfunkel on Pure Slush.)

Monday, March 24, 2014

It Two

It's that daily work. It's waking at dawn to take five hundred jump shots. It's left and right handed layups and hitting twenty straight free throws before you go to class. After class, it's an hour of lifting and an hour or running.

It's getting back on the court after dinner. Another five hundred jumpers, left and right handed layups, twenty straight free throws.

It's the fourth quarter and there are three seconds left in the game. It's the tournament and it's your senior year and your team's down by a point and coach calls a play to get you open. It's a shot you've made thousands of times before, but this time you miss.

It's getting up the next day and taking another five hundred shots if that's still what you want to do. It's looking in the mirror and knowing they'll never all go in. It might not be jump shots next year, it may be something else. But it starts early and ends late and it means something to you, whatever it is.

(For a different It, click here.)