humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
This Bus Is For Members Only
He was on the bus when he got the book. A thin lined binding of 53 pages. The woman he got it from handed it to him after they exchanged glances that looked like they knew each other. She held it out; he took it like a reflex of property being returned.
By Charles Edwards5 years ago in Humans
The Bonaventure Metro Station
It was a cold Tuesday morning, when I stepped into the Bonaventure metro station. It was just after 5am, the earliest they would allow us in, when I took my seat on the corner ledge. I internally beamed with joy for being the first one to arrive. I set up my blanket, placed a medium sized Tim Hortons cup to my right side, a short distance away and dropped a quarter in it; every one of us knew the importance of keeping at least one coin to start the day with. I always found it odd, but for some reason, people were more generous when they knew that other people were as well. Finally, I pulled out my black notebook and pen that a kind young woman had given me a few weeks back.
By Kate Callaghan 5 years ago in Humans
Final Wish
The day started like any other, a quiet drizzle coated the windows of the coffee shop and customers grimaced at the rain as though the autumn weather was inconsiderate. Freshly ground coffee and the warm smell of right-out-of-the-oven cookies lured customers in as they walked by. The easy low-fi music mingled with the sound of the grinders and the mumbled conversations. People ambled in, eyes half open, gave a weak half-smile to anyone who looked in their direction while they waited for their coffee orders.
By Chantel Manley5 years ago in Humans
Something to Believe in
It was another Tuesday afternoon, Luca sat in his white Suzuki with his head down against the steering wheel. His boss had pulled him aside earlier that day to let him know that his performance and tendency to drag his feet couldn't be tolerated anymore and as a result he was being let go.
By InnateApathy5 years ago in Humans
The Car was Empty
I glanced around as the ceiling fan hummed a gentle breeze on my face. The car was on empty. “That seemed right,” I thought, for nothing had really changed since I had laid down, protesting reality. Why protest reality? Because what had reality ever given me?
By Alessandro5 years ago in Humans
What a Find.
A cool breeze disturbed the lace curtains in the drafty New-England home, as a weathered gray pickup truck lurched into the driveway, bed full of bins and totes. Father and son, hopping out of the cab began unloading parcels into the garage while a girl waited at the drafty window.
By Brett Cochran5 years ago in Humans
The Reconciliation
It was an exciting time. Mankind landed on the moon for the first time. There was also a war, unrelated. Oh, and I was born. I grew up. Ranch life was the best, despite the asthma. Alfalfa, pines, and manure rolled up with the air. I grew up more, got over the asthma. For the first time, Star Wars was on the big screen. Mom was not impressed. Dad moved us. I changed high schools. I was not impressed. Dad and Mom had no connections. I was a nobody. Already disqualed for astronaut or fighter pilot duty. Enlistment was my choice. U.S. Air Force for life. Dad was not impressed. Turns out, I had a lot of life to go.
By Thomasj Sullivant5 years ago in Humans
