Myra Minty
Stories (1/0)
Lesson Without Words
In the midst of a cold winter night, on Christmas Eve, he sat against a wall in Manhattan's Fifty-third Street in what seemed a complete different time and place. There were no street lights where we were parked and would have completely missed him if it weren’t for our wandering eyes and mere chance. My glance traveled through the foggy window from the backseat of our car; I squinted but there was only darkness, I finally managed to recognize the shape of a human figure wearing a coat that would only give warmth on a blossoming spring day. I looked ahead as the bright Christmas lights illuminated the New York City streets. I could feel the excitement, joy and the grin growing on my face but if I turned back to look at him there would only be sadness and chills taking joy's place. He didn’t move an inch, you would question if he was even alive. Better yet why wasn’t he in a shelter on such a cold night?
By Myra Minty7 years ago in Psyche