By HC Edwards
He stood on the corner, holding his cardboard sign, bedraggled of body and, by the looks of it, mind. I stepped closer to read what he had scrawled.
“I yearn,” it said, the words mirroring the desperation I saw in the man’s despondent eyes.
I stood there for the longest time, attempting to complete the thought. Yearn for what? Food? Money? A better life? The old one back?
Who was he? Who had he been?
There was a secret there, but when I asked him, he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell me.
And then I got it.
“It’s okay. I yearn too.”
Hello HC,
Beautiful parable-like message: every person yearns to have their humanity acknowledged.
Thank you…everyone needs to be seen. I have other shorts if you’d like to read on my link.
Beautiful story.
Thank you
Thought provoking. Well done.
I appreciate it