Saturday, July 31, 2004
Finding a quarter at her feet, she smiles at her good fortune. She almost puts it in her purse when she notices an expired parking meter nearby.
She puts it in there and smiles even bigger than before.
Friday, July 30, 2004
They migrate in herds, this group of programmers. Flocking around the cubicle of an alpha programmer, they speak a strange language. They scurry back to their own cubes, only to huddle once again someplace else.
They're hunting bugs.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
His anger is evident. Unfortunately, it's misdirected at a cop.
I see TWO tickets in his future.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
The two dogs meet in a very familar fashion. The people stare off into space; then go their separate ways.
What different worlds they live in.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
She pushes the baby stroller in one hand; carrying a baby carriage in the other. She nearly drops her cell phone as she juggles all of them at once.
Perhaps she should call for help.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
'You don't like this shirt?' he asks, 'THIS shirt?' 'I don't like THAT shirt' she spits back. He puts it back on the rack.
'I LOVE this shirt' she exclaims. 'THIS shirt?' he asks. 'Yes, THIS shirt.' He puts it back on the rack anyway.
Friday, July 23, 2004
She watches him intently as he gives her directions to some far off destination. She smiles, flips her hair and starts off in the opposite direction.
He watches her intently as she goes.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Leaning against the back of his truck, he takes a long. slow drag on his cigarette. He's interrupted by three violent coughs.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
As she types her email, her hands flail about and she makes faces at the screen.
Not sure if the receiver got the message, but I sure did.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Her eyes are filled with contempt at the model who passes by. She acts as if beauty is a crime.
Then her eyes quickly dart to her man, to see what he might be guilty of.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Knowing the train will be a while, they sit down on their skateboards; right in the middle of the platform.
Forming a circle, they have their own Skater Boy Pow Wow.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
She painstakenly reads each letter out loud. W-O-R-L-D... T-R-A-D-E... C-E-N-T-E-R. Her grandmother leans down to her. 'Something very important happened here.'
I hope she will remember this, yet never experience it first hand.
Friday, July 16, 2004
She stood over the stranger at the fast food booth. 'I want my pills!' she demands; confused about where she is or who she's talking to. -censored- censored - 'Hey there are kids here!' -censored- censored -
The cops arrive.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
The ladies gather and clatter together like chickens. These "Broadway Birds" are busy recanting their latest visit to the afternoon theater. As the train door opens, the "cluck-cluck-cluck" is heard moving down the platform.
He sits still. Wiping his brow, he smiles... from their visit, or their departure?
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
The park stands empty, 'cept for the few pigeons who don't mind the rain.
The sun and the kids will be back.
Monday, July 12, 2004
She works out her very-toned body. Getting down from the machine, her body shakes and twists from the Cerebral Palsy.
She uses her walker to get to the next machine.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
They're all at the corner together. The little boy and his training wheels, the little girl on her scooter, the mother with stroller and the old lady in her chair.
Race time in 30 seconds.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
They struggle with their elderly eyes and that darn cell phone. He kneels down next to their table and dials for them.
I hope he gets a big tip.
Friday, July 09, 2004
The sound of the train formed a cone of silence around their conversation. His body said he wanted off the train, while she clung onto him for dear life.
Was she consoling him through a bad relationship or holding on to her own?
Thursday, July 08, 2004
The sun shines over her shoulder as she walks down the street with her stroller. She holds up a diamond ring to see it shine in the light.
She can't believe it's real... or just wonders if it is?
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
They talk on the balcony. The first guy goes 'mememememe.' The second guy goes 'mememememe.'
They exchange business cards.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
She treats her bag with such care, like it's Gucci, instead of plastic. Who knows, it may be all she has in the world.
She folds the bag neatly and puts it in her cart.
Monday, July 05, 2004
As he stands in line, he wears his sunglasses down in front of his mouth.
I guess the whitening gel really shines.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
He stands reading his newspaper. His trusty horse standing beside him. Nothing unusual about that...
Except that they're standing at a bus stop.
The park is filled with packs of people. They each celebrate July 4th in a different language.
This is what it was made for.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
They sit together, trying to talk over the music. He's squirming in his seat, trying to hint he wants to dance. She just sits there.
Either she doesn't have a clue, or he doesn't.
Friday, July 02, 2004
She mumbles to herself as she does situps. Grumbling about the pain, or the crimp in her neck perhaps?
No, she's exercising her cell phone. I don't think this is what they mean by 'rollover minutes'.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
She walks across the street in her lime green shirt, followed closely by the lime green shirted boy. Blue shirt boy isn't far behind, nor is the woman in her matching blue shirt. The perfect Mother-Son match.
Wait, the kids switch places.
WANT A BETTER LIFE?