Andrews dad can't find a job, so Andrew found himself one. Not only for money, but as an excuse to be away from hid dad. He wanted to be anywhere but home. Even if it was his day off, he would be away from home. He found somewhere that he can be far away, but it isn't the same as the book store. He misses being there, and he knows that Micheal misses him. But all he can do is sit on a park bench and watch the world around him. In his mind he'd make up stories for every person that would walk by. In his mind he had little characters, and everyday he would add to their stories. He would then look at all the animals, and make up stories for them. Then all the children. In his mind, a whole different world is being brought up, and he just sits on the bench, blank faced, and silent. Only observing. The only time he would ever speak, is if a dog walked close enough by that he could ask to pet it. The rest of the time is spent watching his surroundings.
On this particular day, he was watching one person. He'd seen one person walk by, in several places, all day. Wherever he would turn, there they were. He of course made up a story. /They had a fight with their significant other, and now walk around the park to blow off steam./ He thought that the person had something off about them, they seemed upset, so that's what he came up with. He continued to make up his stories. But eventually went off into his world and ignored the real world. When he came back to reality, two people were walking to the park bench across from him. One was talking calmly, while the other gripped their elbow. The one who was talking seemed to be smiling wide, and holding back a lot of laughter. Andrew then took note to the blood coming out of the second ones nose, and a dog skipping behind them. He then noticed, the person with the bloody nose was the person he had seen so many times today. He wanted to make up their story, but instead was invested in what was happening in real life.
Andrew stayed back, observing their movements, and trying to hear the conversation. "I am so sorry." He heard one say, but had a bit of an undertone that did not match the situation. He watched the one with a bloody nose sit down slowly, feeling around on the bench. He then noticed the long white stick he was carrying. The long red streaks down the middle, and the slow movements he was making. He noticed the grip he had on the others elbow. He was blind. And then, Andrew understood what was happening. The other walked away from the bloody nosed one, and started talking to a group of other people. Pointing at the guy on the bench, and laughed. Andrew looked at the guy on the bench, and felt his heart wrench. He stayed back, though, and watched. He watched as the guy started to rock slightly, and could hear his sobs form where he was sitting. He looked over the the group of other people near him, laughing, and pointing. Andrew felt the sadness melt from his body, and in came anger. So he stood up and walked over to the guy. He was standing too, but Andrew put his hands on his shoulders, and talks calmly to him. "Don't move, please sit down." And the guy looked confused, upset, and scared. "I will really help you." Andrew said. "Thank you, thank you!" The guy said, Andrew just smiled and cleaned his nose.
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The Sense Of Love
Short StoryJake was born blind. He has never seen anything, or anyone. Not his family, not himself. His family doesn't have enough money for a guide dog, so for the first 15 years of his life, he had to rely in a walking stick, and the generosity of others. He...
