Crossroad

Continuing with the theme of using pictures as prompts, I wrote another quick story for you guys. I love the contrast going on with the picture. There’s so much going on in this moment of time. Hope you enjoy as much as I did.

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Crossroad

The autumn air isn’t as cool as it normally is this time of year. One frost was all it took to change the leaves from green to yellow and orange and red. Children play tag, slaloming around the tree trunks while their anxious mothers yell for them to slow down. Squirrels leap from tree to tree while birds fly down to scavenge the crumbs of hot pretzels and nuts from carts outside the park. One of the boys trips and falls, his mother shoots up instantly, scalding the boys for acting so carelessly. His younger sister looks on and cries for her heated mother. Runners stride past, seeing the commotion, but quickly shifting their focus back to their pace. Without work to worry about, their lives have become their mile times, they compensate with brightly colored running tights and shoes that match the colors of the trees.

It’s eleven in the morning, and Blake has already been hard at work for six straight hours. The elevator is out today. He’s a janitor in a large office building on the upper west side. He hasn’t felt the sun on his skin yet, only the cold, autumn breeze seeping through the windows he’s washing. The clouds took over early, hiding the moon, forcing him to stare at the passing street lights while on the El. Constantly walking up and down the long flights of stairs with all his cleaning supplies wears him out. He takes his lunch early, climbing down the stairs accepting the fact he’ll have to again climb back up. Every step he takes makes his legs shake. The further he descends, the louder the car horns blare. The louder they blare, the harder his head pounds. The stairwell starts spinning and he desperately grabs hold of the banister. He sits on the stairwell and cries. All that’s on his mind his home, hoping this job is only temporary. Out the window, he sees the trees full over color. A smile barely breaks through the surface.

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