By Perry McDaid
The city was awash with scent, noise, movement, tastes, textures, and vibrations. It seemed somehow gentler since he had contracted his condition.
Upbeat friends had suggested he take up photography, which was ludicrous…considering his other, more serious conditions: poverty and homelessness.
Nonetheless, he had smiled good-naturedly. After all, they were in the same boat: thrown out of lives by stock market blunders filtering down to the bottom rungs.
It seemed odd to him that the stress factor had dissipated once he got over the trauma of change and hamstring-pride. He hunkered down and let the lights send him to sleep.
Sadly beautiful x
Praise indeed – thank you.
There is always silver in a pot of coal, if one looks. Nice job, Perry.
Cheers, John.
This story is just wonderful. I really liked it.
Thank you, Gloria, I’m glad you did.
Just beautiful – I really liked this one.
And thanks again, Gloria. 🙂
Very nice setup! Begs for more.