CIRCLES

 


Maybe it was the many years that moved along, but Frank had learned the art to stopping. Taking a few moments to observe the passing of life. A sense of vulnerability causing him to be more introspective of what he saw.


Frank found the Simon Mall a great place for people watching. Sculptures of circles hung from high ceilings adding high style and class. The chairs in the center areas comfortable. He enjoyed them more in these later years. Kiosks lined the walkways spicing up the offering of brand stores. 


One day, Frank sat in his usual chair. Mall walkers passing by in each direction, except for one where a kiosk blocked full view. On the other side he spotted an Indian looking man, slight of build, dressed in earthy colors, neatly worn, shirt buttoned. 


He looked the part of a dedicated office or backroom store worker. You imagine things, about people. Frank thought, he did not look like someone who went to the bar with others after work or played in the company golf tournament. His expression somber, one that kept close to work. Just then Frank could see a young boy beside him. 


The boy walked with a terrible heavily labored gait. Frank could not imagine the depth of the disability that he bore. The man maybe spotting Frank’s glances turned toward him looking over the shoulder of the boy. As if to say, this is my son and I am proud of him. Frank knew now what made up this man. He had to keep close to his work. The money needed to take care of special needs.


As they moved off, Frank watched. The boys gait looking like circles as he moved up and down with giant steps. Frank glanced again at the circle sculptures that hung from the ceiling. Thinking to himself, they were no more beautiful than the father and his son…

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