Sparrow This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

September 19, 2008
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Every morning I look out at the streets but I don’t watch the cars. I watch the people – the fat man who sells hot dogs on the corner, the newspaper lady wearing the neon orange vest. Sometimes a kid rides by on a bicycle. Other times, the elderly woman who lives one floor down will put a leash on her German shepherd and then will be dragged two blocks before disappearing out of sight around the corner. They all do that, at some time or another.

I sit still for so long that a bird – a little sparrow with twitchy eyes – lands on the sill. Its feet shuffle back and forth, back and forth, until it is level with me. I am sitting straight, but I am small, so my chin is even with the sparrow’s beak.

“Hello there,” I say. I imagine the vibration of my voice has scared the tiny creature as it flies off. My eyes return to the street where the traffic light has changed in accordance with the rising sun and drifting river of commuters.

A long time ago, a girl was killed on that corner. I remember the day because it was my birthday, the twenty-second. Double twos.

She wore her hair in a braid, and jeans and a red shirt like the kind that can be found in the thrift shop on 53rd Street. Her skin was brown from time spent in the Californian sun, and I remember thinking, This is a long way from California. The worst part is that she didn’t know what people were like here. She’d seen gangs and once even lived in a neighborhood where gunfire was a constant concern. She’d been to funerals; the funeral of her sister, specifically. She was no stranger to death, and yet she didn’t understand!

I am not seeing the street any longer. The glass reflects the glare of the light, blinding me. In that glare I see the yellow taxi swerve to the left. I see the young businesswoman on the sidewalk, talking distractedly as she crosses the street. The light is green! Don’t walk! Please, don’t walk.

I see the green car. The man inside is a drunk because his girlfriend cheats on him and every Friday he goes to the Puss ’n Boots to get back at her. Her mother is dying. Her mother dies of cancer even as he flirts with the redhead in the silk camisole. Even as he pretends to have an excuse.

The taxi screeches to a halt just inches from the businesswoman’s shiny black shoes. She glares at the driver, a sweaty gray man who has been in the business 25 years and has never run anyone down. Just three dogs and a cat.

She is so distracted that the green car is on her before anyone who is not watching can blink. Thump!

Time does not freeze. Times moves just fine, but perception is off because the businesswoman is not lying on the asphalt, sprawled out in pain. She is panting on the sidewalk, cell phone crushed beneath the tires. Her neatly coifed hair is askew, eyes wild and disbelieving as they take in the young girl with brown skin. The girl is so still, her face pale – she is not Indian after all.

I sigh into the window. It is autumn now, and the air has adopted that crisp snap that warns of the coming freeze. From now on, every night will be terribly cold, especially for those who sleep alone, as the businesswoman does. I can only hope that she is changed, but in the end the only thing that I can do is wonder.

The sparrow is back, pecking away at a black bug racing across the window. Both predator and prey are blocking my view, so I can only see the first few letters of the hot dog stand and a blur of orange that is the newspaper lady.

“I’m sorry,” I tell the bird through the window. It pretends not to hear. “But I don’t have any food for you. You’ll have to tough it out on your own. Do you hear?” The beetle is crunched, and with a flurry of wings, the bird disappears.

The glass is a mirror and a window at the same time. I can see the fat man and the elderly lady now, but I can’t see them as I used to. They are not people anymore; I don’t know what they are. Souls, perhaps?

The door creaks open so fast, with only a jingling of keys for warning. I spring out of my chair, and turn sharply to face my new roommates.

They are a young couple toting a bulky baby carrier. Haggard faces, black ovals beneath weary eyes. They look Dutch. I’ve never met anyone from … where are the Dutch from, anyway?

They set down the carrier, and the baby, who has been making an abominable fuss, quiets instantly. Surprised, the couple look dubiously down and then exchange long glances.

“I guess Susan likes it here,” the mother says.

The father rubs his eyes. “Thank God.”

But I know differently. The baby is staring at me. I stand over her and touch my pale fingers to her forehead. She laughs and reaches up, trying to catch my hand, but her chubby little fingers pass through mine. Again and again, she tries, until her worried parents pick her from the carrier like a ripe apple. The mother retrieves the ingredients for the formula while the father rocks her, singing the same lullaby my father sang me once, a long time ago.

I am too busy for the street. My roommates are always moving, doing something. If it’s not the parents, it’s the child, who has taken a liking to passing her hands through my stomach and face as if I am some sort of will-o-wisp. The couple is somewhat bewildered but pleased with the sudden contentedness that radiates from the baby.

“My name was Francis,” I tell her at night. She watches me with huge brown eyes as I recite the story of my life, as I try to make her understand what I see when I look out the window. I wonder, as I do with the businesswoman, if she will remember me when she is older. But for now, all I can do is rub my fingers across her forehead and whisper stories of sparrows and heroes.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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remembermeplz said...
Apr. 17, 2011 at 7:13 pm

Wonder!! I love it! yr coice of words r amazing and the plot to the story is very good =D

keep it up =D

starxoxo23 said...
Apr. 17, 2011 at 9:14 am
Wow! This is soooo good! You're an amazing writer - keep up the good work. :)
whateverjuliet said...
Mar. 26, 2011 at 10:50 pm
PerfectMGymnast This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 26, 2011 at 7:51 pm
this was so perfectly written and you described everythig so well!!! I had a clear image in my head the whole time!!
BCF95 said...
Mar. 26, 2011 at 7:40 pm
Really Good!
to.hold.the.sun This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 26, 2011 at 7:22 pm
I love how everything came together at the end. You wrote it so well; it painted a picture in my head. So original and fascinating! I'd like to wonder what goes on in your head ;)
allicool :P said...
Mar. 4, 2011 at 6:49 am
I thought the story was great and funn to read but a bit confusing in some parts, but I liked it alot :D
HorseLover said...
Feb. 11, 2011 at 6:21 am
This story was amazing!! You did a really good job!
DanicaPage said...
Feb. 10, 2011 at 8:39 pm
I must agree with the other comments. This story was fantastic. Keep up the good work!
Alyse T. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 10, 2011 at 8:12 pm
Oh my gosh, that was fantastic. I really enjoyed it. Very descriptive
Emsea_Hailey said...
Dec. 23, 2010 at 7:23 pm
oh man...that was...perfect
Lletya replied...
Dec. 28, 2010 at 6:22 pm
I do not really get this.... is the girl telling the story a ghost? And if so, is she the girl who got hit?  I like the story, but it kinda confuses me... XD
HollerGirl26 replied...
Aug. 27, 2011 at 9:37 am
The narrator is the ghost of the young girl who got hit :) HOW CLEVER IS THAT?!
Lletya replied...
Aug. 28, 2011 at 5:07 pm
I get it now!  Thanks for clearing that up. <3
OriginalCarbonation said...
Dec. 6, 2010 at 5:42 pm

my first reaction was to be speachless. slowly i was able to coherantly organize my thoughts into the ultra-literate phrase - WOW. this peice was touching and thought provoking. it kept the reader on their toes to understand what was happening (my only comment is that the pronouns - mainly she - got a little confusing between the business lady and the girl), but that made it all the better. i was so engrossed in the story it felt almost as if you had physically grabbed me and pulled me a... (more »)

Overachiever said...
Nov. 14, 2010 at 10:43 pm
W.O.W. i am astounded. it was soo eerie and...just plain amazing.
silentvocal said...
Nov. 14, 2010 at 6:43 pm
wow i love the different points linking together, all from one window-this is really good-i love this.
Jessica_Twine said...
Oct. 23, 2010 at 8:33 pm
wooww!!! that was an amazing piece of work. I loved it! You're such a good writer! I loved the way you ended the story. It was such an inspirational story
lena.ivette said...
Oct. 1, 2010 at 7:52 pm
Wow! That actually gave me chills! This was a very very good story. :)
Coop123 said...
Oct. 1, 2010 at 6:23 pm
Very nice i enjoyed it alot.
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