روشنائی چراغهای خیابان خوشامد گوئی گرم سرمای شبانه ای بود که داشت از راه می رسید.
انحنای نیمکت پارک با ستون فقرات خسته اش آشنا بود .
پتوی پشمی سالویشن آرمی * ٬ دور شانه هایش پیچیده شده و آرامش بخش بود . و یک جفت کفشی که امروز از میان زباله ها پیدا کرده بود کاملا اندازه اش بود .
فکر کرد ٬خدایا٬ زندگی چقدر خوب است .
Gratitude
The Street lights were warm welcome from oncoming chill of darkness
The park bench‘s curvature felt familiar under his tired old spine
The wool blanket from Salvation Army was comfortable around his shoulders and the pair of shoes he’d found in the dumpster today fit perfectly
God, he thought , isn’t life grand
Andrew E. Hunt
From the world’s shortest story by Steve Moss , Gita Gorgani
* تشکیلات مسیحی که هدفش تبلیغ مذهبی و کمک به فقراست.
The wish
The evening glow behind the fog faded as the two walked the almost deserted beach
“I’ll never understand women “
“Do you really want to?”
“Yes, I do, I truly do. “
“Oh, all right.”
She whispered into his ear; understanding crystallized in his eyes like broken glass
He ran screaming in to night
Ross Parsons