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She sat on one of those plastic park benches that pebbled the park like punctuation in a too long sentence. Many figures fluttered by, too motivated by personal agendas to notice a girl and her piece of paper and her cinematic bench. That's okay; she was waiting for someone who appeared to have an answer.
A man with hawk-eyes paced toward her bench. Finally.
"Excuse me sir! Please, I have a question for you if you could just take one second of your time to talk to me." The girl scurried after the man, his pretentious-looking bowler hat crowning him a businessman. "Can you answer my question?"
"Leave me alone; I don't know." Oh.
Back to her bench.
Seventeen minutes later a harried young mother hurried her way across the walk, hugging a wailing child, impatience darkening her eyes and coloring her cheeks. The same girl scrambled to grab her attention before she was passed, passed and forgotten, passed and forgotten again on this boulevard of consumers, takers, and money-makers.
"Ma'am! Can I ask you a question? One second, one question please! I just need to know something. It's important to me."
"Honey, I don't care." No.
That was it, the girl thought. No one knew and no one cared. Her shoulders hunched forward as the piece of paper, her need-to-know question, fluttered to the cement. She walked away in defeat. That was it.
On the piece of paper, read only by the girl and the late afternoon sun rays as the question beseechingly faced the sky, was written:
What seems to be a greater problem in our nation- ignorance or apathy?
A man with hawk-eyes paced toward her bench. Finally.
"Excuse me sir! Please, I have a question for you if you could just take one second of your time to talk to me." The girl scurried after the man, his pretentious-looking bowler hat crowning him a businessman. "Can you answer my question?"
"Leave me alone; I don't know." Oh.
Back to her bench.
Seventeen minutes later a harried young mother hurried her way across the walk, hugging a wailing child, impatience darkening her eyes and coloring her cheeks. The same girl scrambled to grab her attention before she was passed, passed and forgotten, passed and forgotten again on this boulevard of consumers, takers, and money-makers.
"Ma'am! Can I ask you a question? One second, one question please! I just need to know something. It's important to me."
"Honey, I don't care." No.
That was it, the girl thought. No one knew and no one cared. Her shoulders hunched forward as the piece of paper, her need-to-know question, fluttered to the cement. She walked away in defeat. That was it.
On the piece of paper, read only by the girl and the late afternoon sun rays as the question beseechingly faced the sky, was written:
What seems to be a greater problem in our nation- ignorance or apathy?
Literature
nearsight
i.
my glasses have always evoked
pity and scorn and quiet admiration in equal measure—
invisible to those who don’t look through the lens.
they are too big on my face,
resting atop a hawkish nose
too large and
unbecoming
for any young girl.
ii.
nearsightedness,
the optometrist called it.
My mother said it was because I
read too much in dim light—
read until my naked eyes couldn’t
see anything but smudges of color, frontal vision
translated into monet landscapes.
iii.
my eyes are indiscriminatory—
the space between stars
is just as important as the stars themselves—
to my pupils, they ar
Literature
In the Eyes
if you ever look,
into the eyes of an artist,
I promise you, my dear,
you will lose
who you think you are,
and find,
who you are.
-ktk
#IAMART
Literature
Guilt and Hope
Avoiding connections and traveling light,
escaping from the past,
following a brief glimpse of the future,
and struggling against unforgotten guilt.
Suffering and pain,
who follow each new step you take,
lurk in the shadows of your soul,
spreading fear and delusion within your escape.
Unfortunate events entertwine with a lost destiny,
running away but remembering a long lost hope.
Running toward a faint glimmer of light,
as a new dawn awaits beyond the horizon.
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I worry sometimes.
Do you think:
1. That this little snapshot story would be better if the situation was reversed, having the reader know the question before the girl got her answers?
2. That the word-usage was appropriate, in an overall sense?
3. That this makes sense {aka- you understand the importance of knowing and caring.}.
Do you think:
1. That this little snapshot story would be better if the situation was reversed, having the reader know the question before the girl got her answers?
2. That the word-usage was appropriate, in an overall sense?
3. That this makes sense {aka- you understand the importance of knowing and caring.}.
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Heheh, great story!