The window

In a street not far from anywhere,

an empty man sat watching the world blur by his window.

He sat all day, every day at his draped panes and emptily stared out on a wandering world.

His eyes ignored those of the people that blurred and weaved by in the streets on their business. He paid no attention to the birds that fussed in the trees or the prowling cats that stalked them. Nor did he heed the hounds that squatted and cocked their legs in his street.

Whether it were gray or glowing wet or snowing,

bleakly his eyes looked out on nothing and nowhere.

One day like any other something different happened out beyond the netted glass.

A passing blur stopped right outside the mans window.The blur turned to the man and stared directly at him and into his empty eyes.

What the blur saw or felt could not be speculated, only to say that the blur stared through a window into a window.

The whole exchange was the briefest of moments. The blur broke gaze and followed to where the empty eyes seemed to be looking. The blur then bent down and picked something up out of a crack in the pave.

What it was the staring man behind his glass could not see, but it shined brightly and was noticed in his empty gaze.

The blur smiled and placed the object into his pocket and bade the staring man good day with a silent nod and a smile. off he blurred on his business.

What was the shining thing that lived in the crack of the pave?

What ever it was it had sparked something in the minds eye of the staring man.

The empty eyes were empty no more.

A beating heart was felt pounding away in a chest behind a net glassed blur. Clammy palms where felt, rigid around the arms of an old oak chair that smelled of age and oil. Empty eyes even were wide and rolling as never before searching the outside street and the crack. The crack where the shining thing had come from. Blurred watery eyes twitched and actually sparkled with curiosity.

What the man in the chair felt or thought cannot be said, however He did feel. He was only unable to tell anyone, as he died the next moment and it is possible that he regretted this.