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Derelict
Date: 12/7/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Possibly, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
began. There was a thump of a body landing on a stool and then calm. Stillness matched his silence as he made himself at-home. A loden green and black tweed coat draped over a mystery: his body, his flesh buried. Just beneath the coat, layers of street, last year’s worries, and yesterday’s breakfast were discernible. Not sure how many pairs of pants, underwear, and socks he sported, but he was looking, well, padded – hefty and thick. Thick folds of cold-worn, filth-laden skin made his brown eyes look navy blue. The blue-brown glare cut my soul at its core; probably the sole soul affected amongst hundreds. Hundreds maybe even thousands of people walked over this man laying on the sidewalk everyday, including me. I’d failed to take the time - to make the time to recognize that the lump I walked over was a human being who deserved decency, cordiality, and respect. I’d failed. Head down, I watched my crimson painted toenails, bright gold toe ring, and shimmery anklet decorate my sandals. Head down, I watched my toe cleavage pressing from my pumps provide a peek-a-boo that looked like the divide between two breasts heaving from some fancy brassiere or ass crack hanging out of some low-riding jeans. Head down, I watched my ugly, but sensible snow boots make an edgy design in the freshly covered sidewalk. Head down, I sent and viewed hundreds of texts and raised my head up, for a brief moment only, to navigate the walkover. I cared more about the nuances and reflections of my ...