Well, most of you have read those stories about people doin okay on the outside, but hurtin on the inside cuz they needed love. Then these folks would find love and theyd be happy as jaybirds. Well, this story takes a slightly different perspective.
30 January 2000 - revised 04 February 2000
Heartfelt thanks to my beta reader - Ann Dancer. I love you, Ann! J
Feeding the Jaybirds
by Bradley Sparks
What I do is, I bike around town. Now this town aint no big size city like in Californy, or anythin, but we got our share of traffic and, bein a business district, we got our holier-than-thou-biker pedestrians. Not particularly wantin bein cussed out as bein a hobby, I stay out of them areas with them old office buildins.
I like goin places, and watchin people. Not stalkin em, that just gets em all paranoid and thnext thing ya know, ya got all these cops on your tail an youre haulin be-hind like you was in some kinda Ironman competition or somethin. Naw, good ol wholesome people watchin.
Now you lissen here, you troublemaker! Ifn I wanted to see breasts and legs, I coulda stayed home with Baywatch on the tely! Young people, I tell ya!
So how th story goes, is one day Im at the park, right? Now, let me get this straight with yall again, all right? Theres all kinds of parks here, theres the Waterfront Park, theres the Beach Park, all nice places, right? Well, this one heres called Aala Park. This is the park where everyone knows the homeless people all live round. Its not a pretty place, and its right next by Chinatown, where you hear about all those drug dealin and prostitution, and who knows what. But the kids do come around the park, bettin on their parents never findin out about where they are, no doubt. Id give my kid a good piece of mah mind ifn they were to tell me they were meetin wit friends at the place. But the kids do come around here, some of em. They make use of the half-pipe where they skateboard, or the basketball court thats all banged up, with dark splotches around thatre sometimes blood, sometimes beer, and sometimes none of anybodys business. They know enough to steer clear of them homeless folks. Guess theyd remembered that much from their parents anyway.
Me, Ive never been one to lissen tanyone. But I dont give them folks a second glance neither. Jus one day I was plumb tuckered out, and was stopped at the light there. I figured Id watch the kids some more or somethin. Not that I was gonna set down on one of them benches or drink any of that water from them fountains. Filthy.
So there ah am, just settin down on mah bike with the kickstand down, close by, but not too close to one of the unoccupied benches, most the otherns bein slept on by the denizens. After a while of watchin the kids jumpin round with all that energy that they got, Im gettin depressed, so I shift a bit and cast my eyes round the park. Just round. Dont never wanna be caught with those stares these people give ya. Creepy.
But then meyes glance pon an open.. nah.. couldnt be.. an open, happy face. Shes young, I give her that, an pretty in a homeless sorta way, but whats someone with dirty gray clothes, no money, an no future to be smilin at? Its a nice smile, though, and makes me feel jus a lil bit down that it aint me shes smilin at. Maybe shes got a nice young man tbring her back some food from his mommas shop. Girl like that could charm anyone, get into their hearts an stay. Even with them Salvation Army clothes. So whys a nice girl like that still here, and not taken in by some genrous family with food and resources tspare? Shaint that old, maybe sevnteen therebouts, an dont look like she kin give no trouble.
Ah get manswer when I see a -- good lord, shes tall! An thats not just comin from a land of short people, though I mus amit, Id hardly ever seen the likes of her in all my years ere. She looks to be bit moren twenty, but though Im not a good guesser of any number terms, Id say she stood bout at least a good six feet. She looks tbe tryin thurry, but not tryin tbe obvious bout it. Shes still got the energy of youth, it seems, or maybe the energy of love, I re-consider as she returns the easy smile the lil blonde is beamin her way. This uns not ugly either, specially when she smiles.
Ykin tell these two make each other happy, as th tall one sets down right next to the pretty blonde and they start teasin the heck outta each other. Ahm too far away, mind you, thear what theyre sayin, and damned ifn I wanna be obvious bout wantin to know more about these two homeless ladies, but I can tell enough bout people through how they react tone nother. An these two are in love.
Now, far fromt for me to even begin tunderstand bout two ladies bein in love, or even how people that got nothin can do somethin as complicated as lovin another person, but ah guess thats jus thway love goes. Lookin round, ah see thother homeless folks round th two ladies, and theyre smilin like the Lord himself was about to serve an all-you-can-eat-buffet. I guess seein their own happy makes themselves happy, and Im happy for them. The two ladies, in th meantime, aint paying a mind to anyone but each other, an actin like they got the world in their hands, theyre laughin so much. Thought Id never see the day when Id see homeless folks smilin or laughin, but cuz of these two fine young ladies, who aint got nothin but each other, theres been happiness at the park.
An theres been happiness in mah own heart.
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