I look over and see a teenager tap fingers on the steering wheel and lip-sync to rock ’n roll. Behind him, a fat woman kisses a small white dog turning circles on her lap. I notice the weight of my judgments, her face covered in dog saliva. On the other side, a young woman looks in the rearview mirror of her convertible, touches her face, and finger combs her hair. People standing on the corner wait for permission. Behind me, a man in a suit leans forward, as though forward is the only choice we ever have at a stoplight.
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Mary Wallace
26/6/2020 09:11:39 am
All of life seems to pass at a traffic light. If you watch long enough, you might even see yourself reflected in others. Beautifully written Jim.
Jim Woessner
27/6/2020 09:36:55 pm
Thanks, Mary. Unfortunately, they typed the title incorrectly. It should have been "Stoplight," but what to do? You got the point of the piece exactly. How often do any of us take the time to really "see" the quotidian all around us?
Sue Clayton
27/6/2020 02:26:20 am
Entertainment enjoyed, both in words and on the road.
Jim Woessner
27/6/2020 09:37:43 pm
Thanks, Sue. Unfortunately, they typed the title incorrectly. It should have been "Stoplight," but what to do? How often do any of us take the time to really "see" the quotidian all around us? Comments are closed.
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