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I’m running a whole day earlier than I was last week, so I might actually get this posted before Friday is over...if I can finish it in the little scraps of available free time I’ve got today. In about 25 minutes, I’ll be leaving to pick up my twelve-year-old daughter. She’s spent the last two days with her best friend in a neighboring town. Before we come home, we’ll be stopping to purchase her some winter outerwear, since she’s had a major growth spurt since last winter, and her outgrown coat has been donated.
I’ll have a bit of time after we get home – how much depends on how long it takes, but she’s already made an initial selection, so it could be a fast trip that nets me a couple of hours….or not.
Either way, I’ll be headed out again this evening with my son, who is fifteen. We’re going to explore an exhibit on Alexander Hamilton at a local art institute, followed by a half-hour preview screening of a documentary of Hamilton’s relationship with the city of Albany. We’re pretty crazy for Hamilton: An American Musical around here!
Well, it’s now early Saturday afternoon, and my “ahead of schedule” status has shifted to “want to get this done on time.” Yesterday was exhilarating, educational – and exhausting. Once I was finally home after all the comings and goings, all I had the mental acuity for was to color-code scenes from a fan fiction WIP for future revisions.
And that’s OK. I don’t have any away-from-home plans today, so I intend to get some bloggish things caught up, including this post.
So, on that note...
“Monday Morning Coffee” is a story that’s been with me longer than my oldest child. It began, in its earliest form, when I was only sixteen, and there was a compelling news story that fired my sense of empathy and imagination. A teenaged boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event, and, several days later, was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
I’m not quite sure how to classify this story; any ideas and impressions you have, I’d love to hear!
A young woman is waiting for her train and musing about the disconnection of the people around her. She realizes that she’s being watched by a threadbare man she doesn’t know, but then a group of teenagers come between them.
Alive in the Cold
Bright colors and laughing voices that are alive in the cold, and in this lifeless place. If they see him, they don't give any sign of it.
“And then Hunter – Hunter smiled at me! Hunter!”
“He did. I saw it. He flashed the dimple, and everything!”
Will the girls notice the man?
Will he still be there when they pass?
Does he want something from the woman?
Can she help him?Will she?
Come back next week and learn more!
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and eventually add it to my own self-published library.