Blink

Blink, Blink, Blink. The signal blinked red while the traffic in the city came to a halt . It was 7 pm, a cold winter evening in New York city, New York. On the 21st floor of the Van Houten skyscraper stayed Young Tim.

Now there was something peculiar about young Tim. He wasn’t just another normal child. Young Tim was a victim of a genetic imperfection called Osteogenesis imperfecta. Osteogenesis imperfecta restrained Tim to always be on a wheelchair since his bones were to brittle and weak to support his body, and even an attempt to stand up would eventually cause multiple fractures.

As Tim looked out of his floor to ceiling window out to the heavy commotion filled, traffic packed streets of New York one Saturday evening, he couldnt help but notice the beautiful weather that evening.

His eyes were aching since he needed to squint to see anything. He broke his spectacles by running his wheelchair over it by mistake.

The sky was bright Red and Orange, with hues of blue and silver. The climate was just perfect enough for Tim to wear his favorite blue and white sweater which had his favorite cartoon of SpongeBob on it. The sweater was gifted to him by his best friend last week on his birthday.

As Tim sipped his hot chocolate with his favorite cookies, he thought to himself, “I wonder if the others are as lucky as I am.”

He felt grateful for his mother, and his pet cat that currently lay beside him snoozing off. He felt lucky for the house he was living in. He felt lucky that his mother could afford the additional cost of his medical charges and his tending. His father had died at an early age while being on a rescue Operation out in Afghanistan, but never did he feel that he was missing a parent thanks to his mother. She assumed the responsibility of his father’s as well as hers.

He heard the soft purring of the cat beside him,who just woke up from it’s slumber and blinked while looking at Tim in solemn silence. He tasted the aroma of chocolate lingering in his mouth, saw the beautiful hues in the sky while also looking down at the magnificent mess of lights radiating from the cars, the phones and the huge colourful neon sign boards which advertised his favorite Fillet-O-Fish burgers from Mac-Doodle, the local fast food chain. They flashed yellow and white and blue and green.

The scene looked beautiful.

Fin.