Today the weather was so nice. The middle of the afternoon and I was going to waste the day going home to take a nap. Walking down my block I had to make my way through the kids playing outside. All on the sidewalks and into the streets, screaming their happy kid screams.
There was a man nodding off to sleep on his porch. He didn’t want to miss the nice sun and that cool breeze because of a little sleepiness. But when I got closer to him the first things I noticed where the tissues stained bright red, a big wad clutched in his hand that was resting on the ground next to him. I was trying to see where he was bleeding from, still walking the same pace down the sidewalk. All this blood was pooled on the ground and when I followed it up wet paint red was still pouring from his nose. Slosh, slosh. The way wetness splashes when it meets wetness.
I walked past him, paused infront of the next house on the block. Just for a second. The time it took me to rock back on my heels and look around. There were so many kids. I had to spit on the sidewalk because my stomach wouldn’t let me swallow.
