A Christmas Orange

Three urban wanderers crossed my path at Gramercy Park; a young bull pushing a keg…..a Millennial texting, talking, multitasking her way to a spiritual awakening……a lady of a bygone era pulling a Radio Flyer filled with favorites.

So sorry, she pivoted, almost on point…I do apologize….

What….what are you talking about?

I almost ran you over, she took two steps and placed a pale lined hand on my chest, please forgive me….

You’re fine mame….you’re more than fine…..placed my hand in hers above a belly shaking from the chill…

Wait, a pointer went up to the sky, just you wait, stood still….Look what I got…

From the bottom of the red wagon, a small orange lopsided ball emerged..it was tossed in the air with a chuckle….and applause as caught.

When I was a kid we always got tangerines in our stockings….how bout you?

Yes…yes mame I did….

They call them Clementines…..I say they’re Christmas Oranges….Open it….

Within two minutes the gift was ripped apart…..Here, take this….four slices were offered…both of us took our bites…we looked at each other….cabs drove by, dogs walked their humans, and rain began to fall….

Merry Christmas….she smiled…

Yes mame……Merry Christmas to you…..

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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