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Dragot Junior Member
since 2006-04-30
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Alzheimer The man stood at the corner of 1st and Birch. He arrived everyday at precisely 1:30. I knew because, like some perverse voyeur, I always watched him from my window. I gave him a name, “Gramps,” though a “Great” suited him more. He dressed in a grey suit, the slacks covered with patches sown over patches. He always wore a felt hat with a blue feather. Whenever people walked by, he took the hat off with one hand and stroked his beard with the other. I invented dialogue for him, since I never heard the words he said. “Evening Madame, would you care to go to a Jazz Club?” One time, I thought I read his lips mouth the word “Home.” Most of the people he talked to walked by without a word or acknowledgement. Some paused long enough to share a word or two or three, but always walked away (Sometimes at increased pace). I stood beside my window on the seventh of June, my clock read 1:28. I waited ten minutes, and then I closed the shades. Dragot ©2005 |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Minutes come and go... but a moment is forever.. |
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