I have packed the thin white plastic bags too full again. I feel them as they cut sharply into my fingers. The bags contents barley definy gravity and will break leaving my groceries rolling across the supermarkets atrium just to further inconvenience me. My lame plan is to run from the store to my jeep waiting outside in the parking lot. I know my timing is crutial. I have places to go, people to talk to, meals to cook, and clean ups to avoid. Now what is the delay with the automated door I wonder. I shift my gaze from the straining bags embedding themselves into my flesh to the door ahead of me. I see now the cause of my brief seconds wait. Ahead of me, he is also struggling with his bags. But he is counterbalancing his. His cane in one hand, bags in the other. Instead of moving around him to use the other door, I take the time to study the stranger in front of me. It is his boots that draw my attention. More specifically his boot. One foot is clad in the most expensive, highly polished pointy toed cowboy boot I have ever seen. Must be custom made. In contrast, the gentleman's opposite foot is wearing a sturdy thick soled orthopedic shoe. Probly also custom made, but to allow room for a brace.
He either senses I am waiting behind him or he catches a glimpse of my reflection in the glass in front of us. He turns and smiles. It is not the apologetic and shameful, "Sorry I have inconvenience you, smile", that I have grown to expect. It is a confident, "I see you looking at me baby", smile. And I smiled back at him. In that moment, I really was.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
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6 comments:
Liked this very much. Simple story, wonderful presentation. Talent for language, sound and use and emotion.
Wow! Running backwards through time was amazing! Loved it. The "He ain't heavy, he's my brother" left a strong impression on me, when I saw the Hollies giving an interview years ago. I have always loved the song, and loved it even more after the seeing that. Then, I lost my brother in a car accident and now it makes me cry everytime I hear it. As you point out, the lyrics say it all. The bond of blood and love means one would go through hell to make life a little easier on the beloved.
blog hopping. i like this post. especially the ending :) keep writing
Been going through your past posts, but they are extensive, and I shall have to do it bit by bit. We have the scandinavian thing in common :-).
it is a weird feeling to have been caught staring. i find myself being caught more often at the gym, ogling. good thing is that it is a gay gym, so they kinda expect it, huh? :) great post
Thank you for the kind comments Autumn. After reading many of your posts on your site and enjoying them, I do feel quiet intimadated.
Hop on over anytime Beachbaby. Bring your sunshine.
Milk, I stare at gay men all the time. I do not limit it to gyms. Cuz most times they are so much better pulled together.
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