Tuesday, May 27, 2003

a question of priorities

she cursed silently. the lock wasn't cooperating.
there was no way she'd ever be in time to pick up her children from school.
the policemen, strolling by, saw her fumbling, and approached.
yes. of course it was her bike. no. the combination wasn't working. she'd even written it down, anticipating this exact disaster. no. she had no proof of ownership.
look at it, she implored. why would i choose this old two-wheeler to steal?
the youngest of the two smirked.
there was no accounting. that was their experience.
simultaneously, just down the street, unseen and unheard, a back window shattered, and an elderly lady's savings disappeared into an alleyway.
some things can't be prevented.
that was their experience too.

1 comment:

  1. Splendid! I love what you're doing here, the pictures are fantastic, and the words even better. Every post exercises the imagination in wonderful, new ways. Thanks for sharing!