I shouldn’t have worn a hat. You never can trust the weather here, though. I am listening to Prince.
A Babushka eyes my hat suspiciously as she rolls by. She is wearing a raspberry beret; the kind you’d find at a second hand store.
Life is weird, I think.
Up ahead, a man is trying to find the sidewalk. He swoops left, then right. He is drooling. A woman in yoga pants dodges him. It throws him off. He falls onto a knee-high metal fence, gut-first. He lays there, like a rag-doll.
I look at him and a firework of thoughts goes through my mind.
I watch one where I walk over, I help the man to his feet. He socks me on the jaw. In another, he stabs me, another, we hug and I buy him lunch. In another I stand there like a fool, holding him. In another, he dies. In one, I see myself giving him money.
He rolls off the fence and sits on the curb. He groans as I pass. He looks down at his hands. I can smell him in the sunshine.
Up ahead, three preteen girls push a carriage. One is holding a small dog.
I wonder what is in the carriage.
Flash-365 
I adore your observation-stories, and the title is very tricky! ( I miss the illustration? )
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Thank you. Nikita’s laptop was down for a bit so the one that is up now is the official picture for it
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ohhh fine, a good idea of illustration…a puzzled head…some pieces are missing..I interpret this as a good sign…hahaha!
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Haha yes. I hope so
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did you take a trip to Victoria bc this sounds like just another day in the life round here, lol
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Haha yeah it seems these little moments exist everywhere in the world
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…the carriage might contain Acid rain drops as well..
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haha more than likely
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And we all wonder what’s still in your head. Have you nearly emptied it out or do new things just grow and invade it.
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Haha I’m sure one day I’ll sit down and look at a blank page and suddenly go… ohhhh shit. Hopefully not before October 16th. But also this is just my flash fiction. I have a few novels I’ve written that need to be reworked so hopefully if I suddenly find the bottom of the bottle of my brain, I can work on projects I’ve already started while my mind recharges. But I’m inspired mostly by people so as long as people don’t go extinct any time soon I will hopefully be able to keep it up.
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I’m sure you will. I sometimes get stuck for something and then I read someone else and see a thread of comments and all of a sudden I haven’t got time ‘cos I have too many to write.
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So true. I sometimes find myself stuck as well but I’ve been saved by people both online and off.
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