A Day in the Neighborhood. Sean Pravica.

30 Dec

Ten am

The Park
The blue sky rang loudly against silent rocks. Young flowers jitterbugged in a breezy ballad. While sitting quietly, a bird toppled over and grew quieter still.

The Bar
The bar top was so polished he could see his reflection bounce off its surface. It depressed him like hell. At least for now.

The Alley
A man poked his head out of a dumpster. The jogger, confronted with thousand yard eyes and the wretch of soiled cloth and old food, said, “Good morning.” It was a habit.

Two pm

The Playground
A needle lied in the grass. Behind him, he could hear his son calling his name.

The Office
The tooth ache was not going away, and neither were the bad dreams.

The Bedroom
Woke up. Rolled over. Lit up. Rolled over.

Six pm

The Restaurant
She slumped in her seat and shut one eye loosely, her long fingers wrapped around the tumbler. “I like drinks,” she said sweetly, wistfully. A long day long gone.

The Train Station
There were many reasons to stay, but he ignored them all. When he came back, she ignored him.

The Parking Lot
They misdiagnosed the distance left, then pushed the car into the nearest parking lot. Only one space was open, a blue one. They went for it anyway and soon after watched her wheel over from across the street while they waited for the tow truck, which couldnʼt come soon enough.

Ten pm

The Store
“But Mom, Iʼll buy it with my own money!” His were eyes serious and his curly hair messy and his walk a sloppy wobble. She promised him he could have candy next week, for his birthday. It will be his forty-fifth.

The Party
She looked more gorgeous than ever. He watched her walk in, and had to admit. That arm looked good around her.

The Break Room
Tired feet. Worn shoes. Holed socks. Apple sauce. 2 am

The Neighborhood
No one answered.




Sean Pravica




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