“Weep For Me”
Here’s a short story of exactly 100 words for this week’s Inspiration Monday. I used the prompt: pretend you don’t notice.
Weep For Me
He coughed weakly, painting the concrete beneath him with small flecks of crimson. Quivering from the effort, he cupped his hands before him and offered them pathetically to the passing crowd. “Please,” he croaked. A note; a coin; anything to fill the emptiness.
A young girl appeared before him, staring with sad, curious eyes. She was tugged closer to her mother’s hip as they passed. “Pretend you don’t notice, dear,” the woman scolded.
The city walked by with blind eyes. His empty hands grew wet and cold as the heavens opened up and the sky began to weep for him.
- Love The Bad Guy
Wow. Beautifully sad.
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Fantastic. Great descriptions everywhere, and then when the mother scolds the daughter, you think ouch but only because you realize you have said that yourself sometime.
Great writing.
Thank you so much, Craig!
This is so beautifully done. I think you have perfectly captured the scene, any more words would have muddled the tone.
I, like Craig, also felt a little ashamed at myself for thinking those exact words in a similar setting.
You managed to in very few words make me sad and put me in my place (in the absolute best possible way). Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the very kind words, Miq. I’m glad I drew an emotional response. Hope to see you around some of my future posts!
MM. That’s intense — I’ve heard about research suggesting that when people walk down the street, they don’t register homeless people in the same way that they register other people with whom they come into contact and/or see also walking down the street. It’s like our brains can’t handle reality and so we categorize a homeless person in a different brain folder. I think you’ve captured that idea here.