Friday, March 7, 2014

Week in Seven Words #206 & 207


Sometimes the only way to avoid falling is to lower yourself to your knees, by choice, before finding firmer ground to stand on.

She does her best to convince me to go against my conscience, and she almost succeeds. But at the end, I do what I'll be able to live with.

Their rooms: a pink glow, a blue cove.

Weary greeters, looking washed out under the fluorescent lights.

He's uncomfortable with being sensitive, so he hides it with a snotty attitude. She's also sensitive, but she cries when she needs to.

At the head of every line is an elderly person who turns shopping into a social opportunity. Maybe it's the only time that day they'll talk to someone. They'll hold up the line if they need to, by dwelling on the finer points of their receipts and exploring the depths of pockets and bags to stall for time.

Wearing a winter coat indoors while I work.


The voice on the other end of the line is hoarse and quiet.

Her lips twist as she returns the chocolates. Beneath the foil, she found a stale crumble.

Another light has winked out.

Messy, dirty snow and painful cold.

What happens to children whose personal voice has been pounded out of them? How do they regain the ability to tell stories about their lives with some sense of self-assurance?

They're brisk and efficient. Their mind is always on what they'll be doing next, and what they should be doing according to a magazine, a website, their friends and family and co-workers. They operate on a schedule that's daunting. There are few moments to stop and think; every pause prompts the appearance of a smartphone. And this is why, as friendly as we may be towards each other, we stop short of actual friendship. Sometimes I think it's like the express train vs. the local, occasionally making it to the station at the same time, but on different tracks. But that's an imperfect analogy.

In the guise of helping others, they express an intense selfishness.