Hiding the Tears

Dear Sad Man,

Why are you near tears? I saw you out of the corner of my eye this morning and I wanted to say something but I didn’t. I’m shy like that.

You looked so forlorn.

Was it something she said as you were leaving the house this morning ? Did you realise that might have been the last time you saw her?

Or was it that when you awoke, used to turning over and seeing her tousled hair, smelling the remainders of her perfume on your pillow and the slight odour of her breath that instead you found only empty sheets and a half empty drawer. You may have been able to do something differently. You should have asked.

But she should have said something also.

I hope you can make it through the day without crying. The last thing you need is your workmates mucking around with your emotions. It might be the thing that finally makes you snap and tell them what you really think of them.

Good luck today.


What’s an Old Man to do?

Dear old man,

I saw you from the bus the other day. You were carrying two large grocery bags, the bright green ones. Well done on not taking plastic I say. But it seems as though your bags weren’t full of shopping, they were full of silver. Giant, ornate antique looking silver. Where were you going with that giant cup? Was it awarded you when you won the game? What about the candelabra? It looked like it had long been left without a candle to light it, but the silver was polished to a perfect sheen.

These items were loved, I could tell. They reflected the image of the bus as it passed you, holding on to your bags so tightly. Which bus were you waiting for? I wondered where you had been with your special load. Were they on loan? Had they been exhibited somewhere? Please don’t tell me that you had fallen on hard times, and had to get your items valued. It would break my heart to think that their polished hue would go into the home of someone who couldn’t see the history and love these antiques inspired.

Good luck, wrestling these bags on to your bus old man. And good luck keeping the sheen in that shine. I hope the memory of that won trophy still shines on as the dust settles once again on the treasures on your mantelpiece.




Thanks to Flickr and GranniesKitchen for the image.

seen and believed

Remember this. Every one has a story to tell. These stories are to be seen and to be believed. These words were written after witnessing the person/event unfold on some form of public transport. Mostly in Sydney.

Do you ever look up from your latest app? Do you only ever put in those white earphones and ignore what’s going on around you? Open your eyes. You’ll be amazed at what you can see.

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