I'm just a little slab of concrete. My sole purpose in this life is to have people walk on me. Seriously. That's the pathetic life I lead. Of course, I don't really have a life, but that's not important right now. I'm really not important right now, or even at all. At least, according to the general population. Nobody ever thinks about me. Nobody ever notices me. Nobody ever wonders, "I wonder how the poor sidewalk ould feel if I spat on it?" I'm just there. There for them to walk on.
I'm always there, though. Honestly, I don't really have a choice, being cemented in place, but I'm still very loyal. I think people should call me "man's best friend". I help them a LOT, even if they don't realize it. In the spring, after a drizzling rain, when the cool, clear water seeps into the ground and makes it slippery with mud, I give people a hard, solid place they can walk on without fear of an embarrassing slip. (It is really funny when people slip, though.) In the winter, when a swirling blizzard of snow coats the ground in a blanket whiteness, I give people a path to walk on when they can't see any other. Even without snow, I'm a path they can follow to get to almost anywhere they want. They take me for granted, but I'm always there for them. I really am important.
I liked how your perspective changed throughout the story. It made me think of the sidewalk in a different way.
ReplyDeleteI know, right?! :D
ReplyDeleteSorry I forgot to put my name on the 1st comment.(25)
ReplyDeleteI liked how you made the concrete sound alive in my head. Next time I stand on sidewalk I'll purposely slip to try and make it happy.(: #223
ReplyDeleteHmmmm you have a very different writing style. I like it though! It's good to not have to read the same old stuff everyday. Second paragraph is my favorite, good job on showing, not telling.
ReplyDeleteYou had great voice! It was like the concrete was alive. I'll think of how it feels next time I walk on it! :) #425
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