[100 days of 100 words] 88/100 handicapped?

[kitchen_kink]

I wonder what’s going on inside his head.

He walks, a slow, rocking gait, up and down between the tables at the Whole Foods. Rag in hand, he searches for cleaning to do – little spills to clean, specks of crumbs on the tables. A small, eternal grin paints his round face. The work seems enough for him, seems to make him happy, and when he finds no work, he sits at a table, rocking back and forth, self-comfort.

For a moment his expression changes, as he peers under a table, looking for something to sweep. Then, back to the grin.

Comments

[eestiplika.livejournal.com]

I have befriended you.

[dietrich.livejournal.com]

Hello!

I see we have quite a few friends in common...have we met?

[eestiplika.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I'm Romy.

[dietrich.livejournal.com]

Ah! I know who you are, though we have not met. Our link, as it were, is longueur. ;)

[poly-fi.livejournal.com]

That's beautiful. Your question mark after 'handicapped' speaks volumes.