I see you every day as you rush past. Your head bent against the wind or sun, you never look up as you rush by.1
Do you see the gardens in full, glorious summer bloom? Do you see the children playing care free in the street? Do you notice anything at all as you rush by?2
Brief case in your hand I imagine you are heading to the station, to the city. I imagine your career is a grand one, your role important. It must be important for you to go by, unnoticing. Do you even know I notice you from my chair by the window? My early morning mug in hand I see you turn the corner into my road and for a few brief minutes I watch you as you rush by.3
Monday through Friday at 8:15am on the dot. I imagine you are the punctual sort. Self disciplined you are too. Is it your "darling wife" or the "lady that who does" that keeps your suits so smart, so pristine? I notice these things as I sit by the window, watching you, your head down as you rush by.4
I notice the beautiful flowers filling the garden with colour. I see the children as they play in the street, their fun-filled laughter music to my ears. That music is joined by the choral melody of bird song, so full of life and joy. I see Joe, the burly gardener, as he tends to my lawn and roses. To his gentle wife he gives several buds of white and red which she sweetly arranges in a vase by my bed. I can now smell their sweet scent too. Do you notice the floral perfumes at 8:15am as you rush by?5
I imagine you consider your journey each day to be uneventful, a squirrel playing on a lawn is hardly newsworthy. I imagine you stop at the paper stand for your copy of the F.T.. A stock holder watching his investments. I wonder if at weekends you miss your journey to work. How can you? You just rush by.6
You do not see the beauty in the world as you go to the station. Why should you? I never did. Once like you I headed to the city each day. I did not see the route I took. Just like you, head down I was rushing by.7
Day after day, week after week. Then it stopped, a massive pain followed by darkness. Weeks in intensive care.I did not notice the car pulling out. Now I sit by the window mug in hand. The world, it rushes by!
Author notes
written from a prompt exercise
Comments
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Great
Your voice and narration allowed the story to progress clearly without many falters. But I think you overused 'I' as a first word in your sentences....
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Thank you
I really appreciate your comment as this is the first story I have ever written. Thank you very much
Jem
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