Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Theme Thursday - At The Park

The wind gusts through the trails, the smell of joy and laughter fade as the sun did hours ago.  The metal bench that had burned legs earlier now searches for body heat to drain from its victims.  A light flickers over it, as if only to ensure that any passerby will be uneasy.

But not this man.  He appears as if from nowhere, tattered, betrayed by the day that seemed to promise direction.  But the day had disappeared into night again, the dark of the evening always overcame.  Downcast eyes with adventures and true love buried deep and screaming to escape from them are covered by the hair draped through his face, the portable hiding place he has created.

And here he finds the light, as if a blinking neon sign pointing to his nightly resting place.

There will be no time travel or adventure as portrayed in the movies for this man, only a cold bench, an empty stomach, and the longing for the days that he meant something.  The only way to get through is the fight that this is the last night at the park.

Theme Thursday is at the park this week.  This is my first Theme Thursday.



16 comments:

  1. tight write austin...very emotive...the link up for theme thursday will go up at 5 pm...i am way off as far as my scheule goes so i was early...look for you there.

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  2. very nice writing! happy TT, Austin! :)

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  3. Nice job. I really enjoyed your writing style. And "portable hiding place"? I love it. My son has one of those! :)
    -C

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  4. Very poignant Austin. A bench can be a haven, even for a homeless person.

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  5. What a fine piece. I was hooked by the first paragraph - it was the bench searching for body heat that did it - and delighted by the rest.

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  6. great writing-I felt the isolation and the fear...happy tt!

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  7. Great writing with an interesting perspective.

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  8. Some nice writing from a different view!

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  9. Fabulous story. I love your writing style. Happy TT

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  10. "...longing for the days that he meant something."

    so sad. great first go.

    Welcome!

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  11. I could feel the heat radiating from the bench in the first paragraph and by the last I shivered in sympathy for the man in the park.

    Profoundly well written.

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  12. very vivid and well written, excellent

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  13. You grabbed my attention from the very first line! .... and kept me wanting to read more.

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  14. You captured the essence of this person (homeless I presume) perfectly with his shaggy hair - a portable hiding place. Great

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