I sit frozen in time watching the world pass by my feet. My eyes see the people as they pass. Their worries, fears, loves and hates give me life yet I can’t move. No one can see me as real.
Each day I dream of walking the streets, of greeting friends, of holding the hand of a child, and of having a purpose for being.
A child approaches and I hear her say, “Mummy, he looks so sad.”
She steps up and kisses me on the cheek.
“Don’t be sad,” she says softly.
Tears form in my eyes. I smile.
Ross's Writing Blog 
Lisa (Woman Wielding Words)
July 22, 2011 at 00:17
I love the child kissing his cheek. Perfect.
Julia
July 22, 2011 at 03:25
How emotional Ross! It reminds me of one of those street performers who must not move despite human contact. Great to see you again on the 100WCGU!
angus
July 22, 2011 at 05:34
very nice Ross i really like it
sparksinshadow
July 22, 2011 at 12:41
This could read as a wonderful Twilight Zone sort of fantasy on loneliness (as if the statue had feelings), or as a very sad meditation on paralysis. Of the body or the soul.
gsussex
July 22, 2011 at 20:22
Really enjoyed this, great angle!
Mari
July 22, 2011 at 22:52
Aw that had my heart strings going, very very sweet. Simple but effective. Nice to meet you
QWERTY Mum
July 24, 2011 at 05:33
lovely ending x