by Harper Kim
“I’ll be damned.”
As I reach for my cell, Gramps’ rigid fingers twitch.
Author’s Note:
In 2011, my husband and I decided to start taking long walks around our neighborhood. We’d go after work and it was our time to unwind and just connect and reflect. Sixty to ninety minutes was a long time to discuss anything and everything.
A few of the topics we hit on were: our goals, outlook on our future, what we wanted to change or improve on, the reason our day was stressful, what we should have for dinner, why people are so disrespectful, why does the City allow the weeds along our sidewalk to overgrow so we can’t use it, and so on. There was always a never-ending stream of topics to choose from and we discussed them all.
We also started seeing the same people out and about—we all are prone to abiding by our rituals—and I couldn’t help but think of a story, this story. One question kept popping in my head: How well do we know our neighbors?
Harper Kim currently lives in sunny San Diego, dreaming, writing, and constantly thinking.
