Saturday, March 7, 2015

View From the Top


It was a cold day in March as he looked out the window at the long stretch of city streets intersecting like  a grid of memories.  The view reminded him of a vintage postcard, arriving  unexpectedly with greetings of long ago from forgotten voices.
    From his penthouse, he could see Park Avenue all the way down to 42nd Street. He opened the window, taking in the grayness of winter air and cement.  People were getting in and out of cabs, walking in opposite directions, going somewhere or nowhere at all. But he had made it to the top, and there he was admiring the view--alone. Stuck in the past in sepia colors.
     He closed the window and put his coat on. Soon he was out on the street, merging with the crowd, blending in, no one to meet but his own shadow. He saw a homeless person sitting in the corner, someone he would usually avoid. He was a young man, drawing artwork on pieces of cardboard with colored crayons. But this time he stopped and told him he liked his drawings and that he thought he had a future as an artist.
     He stopped at the cafe where he had breakfast every morning and got a cup of coffee and a toasted buttered bagel. He went back to give them to the homeless person to help him warm up and talked to him about finding shelter and getting help. He then got into a yellow cab  on his way to work and suddenly the city took on myriad colors and he felt less alone.
    From that day forward, he stopped every morning to talk to the homeless man and bring him gifts. Sometimes, it would be breakfast. Another time, a set of colored pencils for his drawings. Yet another, a sketchbook, so he wouldn't have to draw on cardboard. And sometimes, just a hello and a smile.
     Until one day, the homeless young man was gone and he was filled with such sadness, not knowing what had happened to him. Months went by and he resigned himself that he would never see him again. And then a summer morning, he went to the usual cafe to get breakfast and the man behind the counter, serving coffee, was the former homeless person.
    "This coffee is on me," he said. "Thank you for believing in me." And he pointed to the wall, where one of his drawings was hanging among others for sale. It was a sketch of the street corner where he used to sit, and a flower had sprouted from the cement.

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Something a little different for you today. This is flash fiction, a genre of writing I'm experimenting with lately. I took the photo from a building overlooking Park Avenue in NYC. Enjoy!
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21 comments:

  1. ah this is a feel good story...its cool.
    sometimes we just need someone to believe in us...
    reminds me of a guy "Cowboy" that i used to visit
    when i lived in MD.

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  2. I love it! And I think it has a lot of poetry in it. :)

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  3. What a beautiful story...it just filled me with hope and all the good things we can be and do for ourselves and others

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  4. This warmed my heart this morning, Loredana. We never know what factors will influence a person to change his/her life around. It can happen and hopefully often does.

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  5. So nice to have all the good things and simple things like coffee to make this life beautiful;)

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  6. Very uplifting to read this morning ~ Kindness can go a long long way ~

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  7. One act of kindness can sure lead a person down a whole other path. All it takes is a moments thought and some colored pencils lol

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  8. This has brought tears to my eyes, well done! Who knows what kindness can accomplish?

    So great to find you via Poets United.

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  9. This has the quality of a modern fable and a fairy tale. I love that you did not make him into a famous artist (yet) .. and I think the protagonist will have a wonderful breakfast and a way to be rid of his loneliness..

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  10. I LOVE this story!!!!!!!!!! Love the idea of the flower growing thru the cement in his painting. Tenacity. And belief.

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  11. Oh Loredana what a fabulous story of hope, help and belief in our fellow man. And I love how the sepia colors took on rich hues once he practiced kindness...well done!

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  12. This is such an uplifting story and you never know what an act of kindness will bring. A story with a big message thanks for sharing.

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  13. I like this...I can't even do "slow fiction"...LOL...Michelle

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  14. an inspirational story. sometimes a person just neeed that push to make them realize his/her dreams and talents

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  15. How easy it is to give hope to the hopeless by engaging with them. Great tale.

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  16. A beautiful story, and the picture was apt for this.

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  17. What a wonderful story and beautiful reminder of the power of kindness.

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  18. Una bella vista dall'alto...mi piace vedere i luoghi in cui vivi. Ciao Loredana un abbraccio!

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  19. I like the view and the story!

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  20. I love this, Loredana! 'City streets intersecting like a grid of memories'.....wonderful! Such an uplifting story. I wish it were true. Hugs xo Karen

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  21. A perfect example of how all a person needs is someone to believe in them...

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