Hard
“Most New Yorkers enjoyed the onset of the warmer seasons, but for me these burgeoning leaves were a hindrance to viewing the man at the center of my dark obsession.
I didn’t know his name, or even what his voice sounded like. All I knew was that he spent a lot of time hanging out in the small park eighty feet below my window. Most often he was alone, moving his thumb over his iPhone or reading a newspaper, but occasionally he met people. Other men, men who looked decidedly shifty, a bit like hi...m, men whom I wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley—or maybe I would.
He’d sometimes talk on the phone, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. Occasionally he frowned and gnawed at the inside of his cheek as though irritated by what was being said. Once he looked up, straight at me, as if he’d felt the binoculars burning down on him.
He didn’t come back for a whole two weeks after that day. I’d gone about my very average life as usual, running the ophthalmology outpatient department at Bellevue.MoreLess
I didn’t know his name, or even what his voice sounded like. All I knew was that he spent a lot of time hanging out in the small park eighty feet below my window. Most often he was alone, moving his thumb over his iPhone or reading a newspaper, but occasionally he met people. Other men, men who looked decidedly shifty, a bit like hi...m, men whom I wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley—or maybe I would.
He’d sometimes talk on the phone, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. Occasionally he frowned and gnawed at the inside of his cheek as though irritated by what was being said. Once he looked up, straight at me, as if he’d felt the binoculars burning down on him.
He didn’t come back for a whole two weeks after that day. I’d gone about my very average life as usual, running the ophthalmology outpatient department at Bellevue.MoreLess
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