A short story that I stumbed upon from last Christmas:
There she goes, clutching Teddy's hand with nail-bitten fingers. Who was supposed to keep an eye on her today? There she goes, walking along, walking alone. Doesn't anyone notice the little girl? Shouldn't there be someone? She's so very small in this land that is mall. Giant green trees and good grandfathers in red. Is there anyone here for her? I can hear the voices of a thousand people, talking about what to get Aunt Sue or who's dating who. Maybe there's someone looking for this girl in blue cowboy boots. Maybe they've forgotten. Maybe she's better off alone, dazed by windows filled with treasures, walking along.
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hi. sorry i haven't commented in a while. this post just seems to fit in with your observation of the homeless people as well. it's interesting how people don't realize sometimes that what is most important in life is not being alone, and conversely not being with people that don't care about you. there is a balance between them, and it seems like if we reached it, we'd be really, really happy.
nice writing. was this jotted down while sitting at the mall??
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