should endeavor to
keep your assets a bit more under wraps
in the future or we’ll never get these high
school students to stop talking about you,”
the director smiled politely, turned on her
heels to walk away but said over her
shoulder. “On second thought maybe we
need to put the donation sign on the desk
right in front of you today, dear, might be
the best day we’ve had in years. See what
you can do with that, will you?” And with
that she was gone, calling for Mr. Marcus
to follow her without turning to address
him directly.
* * *
Blanche
sat
on
the
bench
immediately in front of the library under a
large magnolia tree, its glossy leaves
providing a haven of shade from the
afternoon sun. It had rained for about 30
minutes an hour prior but now the sun was
shining and the rainfall had given
everything around her a brilliant, clean
luster that accentuated the shrubbery and
flowers. She did love it here, the city
itself was beautiful, the people in general
so genuine and caring, her job was a
breeze and she loved the people she
worked with but most of all she was
content.
The poor night's sleep seemed less
significant as she sat and looked around at
the pretty little square and the laid back
atmosphere that seemed to encompass the
town and the South in general. The worry
of finding a place to live, for whatever
reason, seemed less important at this very
moment. She was feeling something she
hadn’t felt for quite some time, happiness.
“Yes, that was it!” she thought,
reflecting on the past few weeks. She had
not been able to quite put her finger on it
this afternoon but she was sure that this is
what true happiness must feel like. Being
able to look beyond the events of the day
it was interesting to her that such an
epiphany was possible, but there it was
right in the middle of her chest, that
burning sensation that speaks to one’s soul
that all is well and life is good.
As she was basking in her new
found
realization
Blanche
noted
a
gentleman approaching the steps of the
library, cane in his right hand and a bit
slumped over, but she thought he seemed
awfully young to be walking with a cane
and hunched over in that manner. She
watched as he reached the steps,
straightened up slightly, and looked
around as if expecting to meet someone.
Blanche noted that rather than looking
through his glasses, he tended to tip his
head so he could see over them.
It was what happened on the steps
that struck her as odd. He seemed to be
having a hard time judging the distance to
each step. He would take a step, pull his
glasses down his nose, look over them
then take the next step. On the final step he
failed to perform the same operation and
tripped sending him falling. Rather than
hitting the concrete as expected, he
reacted with cat like reflexes, regained his
balance without the use of the cane. Once
secure that he was steady, he put his
weight back on the cane, bent over and
proceeded through the main doors.
The incident hung in her thoughts
for only a minute or two chalking it up to
her father’s favorite saying, ‘It takes all
kinds’, before her thoughts returned to the
beauty of the day and the happiness she
was feeling. She wanted to remember the
way she felt right at that moment, capture
it, bottle it up along with the sunshine’s
comforting rays before she had to return to
her duties inside.
* * *
Earlier in the day the burglar had
tossed numerous ideas around. Perhaps he
should just use the Internet to help him
hone his ideas and provide new ones,
after all he’d been told to be creative,
however, ‘creative’ was not on his
resume. Breaking into a home without
detection, yes it was on there, not getting
caught was on there, but breaking into a
home, not getting caught and making a
statement for all to see, that was definitely
not included in his skill set. He’d had
second thoughts about using the
keep your assets a bit more under wraps
in the future or we’ll never get these high
school students to stop talking about you,”
the director smiled politely, turned on her
heels to walk away but said over her
shoulder. “On second thought maybe we
need to put the donation sign on the desk
right in front of you today, dear, might be
the best day we’ve had in years. See what
you can do with that, will you?” And with
that she was gone, calling for Mr. Marcus
to follow her without turning to address
him directly.
* * *
Blanche
sat
on
the
bench
immediately in front of the library under a
large magnolia tree, its glossy leaves
providing a haven of shade from the
afternoon sun. It had rained for about 30
minutes an hour prior but now the sun was
shining and the rainfall had given
everything around her a brilliant, clean
luster that accentuated the shrubbery and
flowers. She did love it here, the city
itself was beautiful, the people in general
so genuine and caring, her job was a
breeze and she loved the people she
worked with but most of all she was
content.
The poor night's sleep seemed less
significant as she sat and looked around at
the pretty little square and the laid back
atmosphere that seemed to encompass the
town and the South in general. The worry
of finding a place to live, for whatever
reason, seemed less important at this very
moment. She was feeling something she
hadn’t felt for quite some time, happiness.
“Yes, that was it!” she thought,
reflecting on the past few weeks. She had
not been able to quite put her finger on it
this afternoon but she was sure that this is
what true happiness must feel like. Being
able to look beyond the events of the day
it was interesting to her that such an
epiphany was possible, but there it was
right in the middle of her chest, that
burning sensation that speaks to one’s soul
that all is well and life is good.
As she was basking in her new
found
realization
Blanche
noted
a
gentleman approaching the steps of the
library, cane in his right hand and a bit
slumped over, but she thought he seemed
awfully young to be walking with a cane
and hunched over in that manner. She
watched as he reached the steps,
straightened up slightly, and looked
around as if expecting to meet someone.
Blanche noted that rather than looking
through his glasses, he tended to tip his
head so he could see over them.
It was what happened on the steps
that struck her as odd. He seemed to be
having a hard time judging the distance to
each step. He would take a step, pull his
glasses down his nose, look over them
then take the next step. On the final step he
failed to perform the same operation and
tripped sending him falling. Rather than
hitting the concrete as expected, he
reacted with cat like reflexes, regained his
balance without the use of the cane. Once
secure that he was steady, he put his
weight back on the cane, bent over and
proceeded through the main doors.
The incident hung in her thoughts
for only a minute or two chalking it up to
her father’s favorite saying, ‘It takes all
kinds’, before her thoughts returned to the
beauty of the day and the happiness she
was feeling. She wanted to remember the
way she felt right at that moment, capture
it, bottle it up along with the sunshine’s
comforting rays before she had to return to
her duties inside.
* * *
Earlier in the day the burglar had
tossed numerous ideas around. Perhaps he
should just use the Internet to help him
hone his ideas and provide new ones,
after all he’d been told to be creative,
however, ‘creative’ was not on his
resume. Breaking into a home without
detection, yes it was on there, not getting
caught was on there, but breaking into a
home, not getting caught and making a
statement for all to see, that was definitely
not included in his skill set. He’d had
second thoughts about using the
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