10 Jan 50 Word Stories

Saxophone

I recognized him from his pictures

Gangly yet toned

Wavy brown hair

His humor translated well in real life  

“Let’s call a cab”

Greeted by the doorman, we went up

He opened the door to a soundproof room

“I play the saxophone”

No saxophone in sight
I called a cab   
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Decision

I pick up the pace when I see his tattered clothes and unkempt hair, his belongings in a cart.

Who was he?

How did he get there?

Should I stop?

Should I keep walking?  

How many others have walked past him today?

I avert my gaze and turn the corner.