The commuters side-stepped his outstretched legs, the purple socks in ratty slippers, the grease-stained pants from Goodwill. He stopped apologizing for his limbs that would not bend. Each day, he sat at the station, counting scowls. Each day, alone, she said, “Hello.”

6 Comments Tenderfoot

  1. Silverleaf April 21, 2016 at 12:29 am

    Aw, so achingly sweet and sad. And a perfect title as it’s so tenderly written. The little details really bring his character to life and build sympathy. The purple socks especially stayed with me.

  2. d3athlily April 21, 2016 at 8:12 am

    Wow. You painted such a great picture with perfect words and emotions. I pitied him instantly.

  3. Kalpana Solsi April 21, 2016 at 11:29 am

    After series of scowls , a caring hello must have warmed his heart. I could see the picture in front of my eyes.

  4. theinnerzone April 21, 2016 at 3:00 pm

    Vivid with details. All show and no tell. The best I’ve read on the grid so far.

  5. innatejames April 21, 2016 at 9:50 pm

    “Counting scowls” adds so much to the man’s personality.

  6. prettyflyforawhitemom May 2, 2016 at 2:57 pm

    That was really neat.. You pull the reader in and then I’m left wanting more.. A really cool reading experience


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