Posts Tagged ‘sidewalk’

Sleep

June 4, 2018

She sat on the white crates–one on top of another, then another and a third crate. She closed her eyes. The wind bothered her, but at least the rain had stopped. She hated getting wet. Life on the sidewalk was more real than anything she had ever experienced. It was hard concrete all the way through. For 10 minutes her mid took her somewhere safe and warm, to a place without pain and unkindness. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She shook herself and looked to see a hand holding a dollar bill. ” Here. Could you use this?” She half smiled. “Yes. Thank you very much. I need a cup of coffee.”

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The Sidewalk Stiff

March 6, 2018

Sidewalk Stiff

She sits with an empty white coffee cup next to her. She looks up at the passers -by and she waits. She waits 1, 2, 3, sometimes 4 or more hours. The street is noisy and crowded. She keeps waiting, sometimes looking up, sometimes making believe she is reading the free morning paper. None of this matter she would say if she could; what she is doing is an eccentric person’s hobby. She doesn’t need the money that she is not getting. There are no results; she came to the site early for nothing. She attempts to get up from her milk crate. Her hand holds on to the car by the curb. Her legs feel stiff. One movement forward and another and then another movement to the corner—she does this slowly. The light changes. It is just in time; now she can get herself feel normal. She is who she once was.

 

 

 

Dollar

August 17, 2015

The Dollar

“It was a dollar. Can you believe it? They stole a damn dollar from me.” He rubbed his eyes hard with his middle fingers to wake himself up. “How did they do it? His friend asked. “I was asleep and somebody put their hand in my pocket.”

“I am sorry,” someone walking by said.” It shouldn’t have happened.” He waved his hands up in the air. “Do you have a cigarette on you?” “No, I don’t smoke.” The man on the sidewalk shrugged his shoulders and went back to sleep.

The Dollar

August 17, 2015

The Dollar

“It was a dollar. Can you believe it? They stole a damn dollar from me.” He rubbed his eyes hard with his middle fingers to wake himself up. “How did they do it? His friend asked. “I was asleep and somebody put their hand in my pocket.”

“I am sorry,” someone walking by said.” It shouldn’t have happened.” He waved his hands up in the air. “Do you have a cigarette on you?” “No, I don’t smoke.” The man on the sidewalk shrugged his shoulders and went back to sleep.

Whoa!

June 28, 2015

What a great day this is! It’s a fantastic day. Let’s not waste any more time! Let’s just get the show on the road. The arms moving nervously, jerky-fashion. A fake smile was on the face; the eyes were without light. The head moved up and down, as if it were listening to silent music. Do it! I am moving all the way to the sidewalk. I am so happy! It is so thrilling to have this opportunity at this time of my life. I do so love to get no baths or showers. I adore feeling not on the safe side. It’s the best feeling ever.

Die

April 30, 2015

Die

A great big mattress was in the middle of the sidewalk.  Someone—a man—had covered himself up with blankets. At the foot of the mattress/bed someone had put a book. The title was: Never Say Die.

Before

April 21, 2015

Was it before? It has happened before, the feeling of being lost in the crowd. She stood in the middle of the street, thinking, thinking hard. Where could she go next? It was early and there was nothing to do. The minutes and the hours went by so slowly. She yawned and didn’t know why. Her life, her own life, bored her. It had become a painful, ugly thing. She could no longer control it. She looked at the clock inside the Laundromat. 4 o’clock. What will I do? Where will I go before it’s time to sleep?

The Beagle

December 12, 2014

He was all zipped up in his  jacket. Only the dog’s face was visible. Two young men knelt in front of him. On the sidewalk, the dog was surrounded by broken up pieces of cardboard boxes. I am Homeless. Please Help, was written on one such box. He was brave. While the men did what they could to put a blanket on him, he was motionless. The wind on his face didn’t seem to bother him.

Down

July 22, 2014

What was she doing here in this hot weather? The day was hot and humid, yet going in and out of the subway would have been too expensive. Her chin hit the sidewalk. It happened almost without her realizing it. One minute she was up and the next down. Her whole body hurt but the chin got the worst of it. he hoped someone in the street full of people would offer to help her up. No one did. he struggled up again as best she could, picking up her purse. She shook her head and on she went. The day was too bright to think about heartlessness.

My little Girl

May 30, 2012

My Little Girl

The sign on the sidewalk said: free stuff, with an arrow pointing to a stoop halfway down the block. She followed the sign. All kid stuff, she thought, a little disappointed. The black pair of shoes was almost new. She bent over to pick them up. Vella Pelle—real leather. She smiled at first; then she started to cry. If I had a daughter, I would have bought her shoes like these. Now it’s too late for all that.