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“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.
A young woman waiting for her train is being watched by a threadbare man, and is considering his need and who might help him.
Glimpses of Him
Even if they do – can any one person give enough to meet the needs of this man, huddled by the refuse as though he's nothing more than human garbage? Even if someone else helps him, is that any excuse for my pretending I don't see him, or know his need? Who am I to insult him with pretended non-existence, just because he makes me uncomfortable? Certainly, even perched on the end of this bench, with my dripping bangs, and his scrutiny, I'm more comfortable than he is.
The machinery of my life is stalled; I can't go on with my routine as though he's not here.
As the girls pass, followed by a small knot of businessmen in trench coats, all silently jockeying for position, and using their briefcases as civilized bludgeons and shields, I catch glimpses of him, still watching, his cold-reddened hands curled around a travel mug that isn't there. I can see them shaking.
Will the woman pretend she doesn’t see him?
Will anyone else help him?
Does he want to be helped?
Will she be able to get on with her Monday?
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 add it as my own self-published library.
Last week, I was so excited to be finishing my post early that I totally forgot to add anything personal! I’m actually drafting this post early by over a week, but I didn’t want to ignore everyone,, so here I am, popping in just to say hi.