So I was out on a walk…
I walked by a townhouse.
I know that in most of America, the single family dwelling reigns supreme. However, in a place as tightly packed as Manhattan, most people reside in multiple family dwellings. Yet, there are still some homes in Manhattan that only house one family…
There happen to be some in my neighborhood. They are just gorgeous, and I admit to coveting them…so when I walk the dog I look at the stately townhouses and daydream just a little. But on this particular day, I noticed that at least a week’s worth of newspapers sat on the front step.
So when you see a week’s worth of newspapers stacked in front of someone’s house, what do you think?
Do you think that the person went on vacation and forgot to cancel the paper for the week?
Or do you think that something bad happened to the person who lives there?
Are they in the hospital?
Are they still inside their home, unable to get out?
Are they being held for ransom?
This is when my mind goes into overdrive. This is why I like writing and storytelling and anything that can take a single snapshot and make it into something. This is where I love being somewhat creative. I may not write the story, but my imagination still gets a workout.
Some of you are now thinking, what about the people that reside in the house? What actually happened?
Alas, I can’t give you any more details. I don’t know who lives in the house. I don’t know why their papers are outside. I didn’t call or ring the doorbell or anything as to ascertain what happened. Whereas I like to think of myself as a good concerned citizen, I also don’t want to become Mrs. Kravitz, the neighbor who always butts in. In a world of see something, say something I have to decide what is worth intervening. Is this worth calling the police about when it is probably a case of forgetting to cancel the paper?
So here’s todays points to consider:
- Do you ever see a scene and just imagine all the who, what, when, where and why?
- Would you have tried to find out if the inhabitants were OK?