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Glimpses of Him: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Eight Sentence Sunday!

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“Monday Morning Coffee” is a story that’s been with me longer than my oldest child. It began, in its earliest form, when I was only sixteen, and there was a compelling news story that fired my sense of empathy and imagination. A teenaged boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event, and, several days later, was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.


A young woman waiting for her train is being watched by a threadbare man, and is considering his need and who might help him.

Glimpses of Him

Even if they do – can any one person give enough to meet the needs of this man, huddled by the refuse as though he’s nothing more than human garbage? Even if someone else helps him, is that any excuse for my pretending I don’t see him, or know his need? Who am I to insult him with pretended non-existence, just because he makes me uncomfortable? Certainly, even perched on the end of this bench, with my dripping bangs, and his scrutiny, I’m more comfortable than he is.

The machinery of my life is stalled; I can’t go on with my routine as though he’s not here.

As the girls pass, followed by a small knot of businessmen in trench coats, all silently jockeying for position, and using their briefcases as civilized bludgeons and shields, I catch glimpses of him, still watching, his cold-reddened hands curled around a travel mug that isn’t there. I can see them shaking.

Will the woman pretend she doesn’t see him?
Will anyone else help him?
Does he want to be helped?
Will she be able to get on with her Monday?

Come back next week and learn more!

“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,  edited by L.S. Engler.  Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and add it as my own self-published library.

Last week, I was so excited to be finishing my post early that I totally forgot to add anything personal! I’m actually drafting this post early by over a week, but I didn’t want to ignore everyone,, so here I am, popping in just to say hi.

See you next week!

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I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

12 thoughts on “Glimpses of Him: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

  1. Keep giving her your most pathetic looks, Hudson. Eventually she’ll crack under the strain and you’ll get your cookie.

    1. Cookie, nothin’! Only a latte will do for this man, I think. He seems to share my love of hazelnuts, caramel, and caffeine! =D

  2. I love how you’ve characterized your POV character. She’s empathetic in a way that sets her apart from the other passersby.

    1. It is both. Hopefully, it will be less so, if this woman can overcome her tendency to sit there and think about how someone should be helping this man.

  3. The machinery of my life is stalled
    I love the rich tapestry of metaphors, Shan. I know these thoughts have crossed my mind when faced with the desperation of the homeless and destitute.

    1. Mine, too. This year has been difficult for our family, financially, but we own our own home, be it ever so small and shabby, and our elderly cars. Our kids are closer to grown than little now, and we live simply.
      But I’m more aware than ever of how easy it can be to find oneself on the other side of that line between surviving and desperation. I believe firmly that we ought to all help where we can, when we’re moved to, and not ignore the humanity suffering around us.

    1. She should. But she’s been sealed off in her own encapsulated Monday ritual for a long time now….
      I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and that you were finally able to comment on your own terms, Veronica!

  4. What a great scene, Shan! The depth, description and internalizing is amazing and makes the reader squirm, as we’re all guilty of being that person. A great reminder at this time of year to be kind and look beyond our own blessings.

    1. I firmly believe that every act of kindness makes a better world. I can’t fix all of what’s broken, but I can help sometimes, and I can always strive to be kind, and see the humanity in others.
      I hope our narrator/protagonist will be able to offer something helpful or kind….

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