Bryant Park
His many shades of grey blended in with the rainy scene. It made the red paddle, although faded, seem very illuminated. He held the paddle with his right hand returning the ball in an awkward backwards motion. His lighter grey pants were sagged very far down disturbing his movements. The hooded sweatshirt he wore was a dark grey with even darker grey shoulders. It was a V-neck with draw strings and a chest pocket on the left side. Suddenly the bright orange ball passed him and went onto the walkway. As he turned to retrieve it he stopped to tie his shoe. They too were many different shades of grey. The bulk of the shoe was a light grey that blended almost perfectly with his jeans. The Nike symbol however was very dark almost a light shade of black. He retrieves four balls in total two of which were floating in puddles on the walkway.
He suspiciously and carefully clucks around the ping pong table. Then hopping on to the walkway never giving up the search for food. His eyes jolt quickly in any direction in which someone invades his space. Jumping into the flower bed his grey camouflage no longer exist. The pendulum swing of his body never stops as he continues the hammering of his beak into the flower bed. As his pace speeds down the walkway his body turns to more of a wabble. He stops to thoroughly investigate a damp brown paper bag which has stuck to the leg of the green metal chair. The wet bag clinging to the leg provides enough strength to allow him to really investigate without it blowing away. After a seemingly failed search he directs his attention to the right and continues his journey.
He was sitting at a chair facing her in his dark glasses and loose brown corduroy jacket. A smile approaches his lips quickly as he turns his eyes then head to the left, back at her then to the left again. His hands were together in his lap with his knuckles in a row. His blue shirt with the two bottom buttons buttoned and the two top unbuttoned casts the shadow of a huge bubble that had been created in his jacket. His dark pants were heavily creased and stiff making them barely touch his brown shoes. His gaze rarely leaves her face and there isn’t much movement except the occasional fidgeting of his hands. Then he crosses his right arm grasping his left wrist. Quickly pulling his lips back revealing his big buck teeth he lets out a small chuckle. Repositioning himself in his chair he lifts his left hand to the back of his neck causing his jacket sleeve to raise and reveal his wrist. With a quick motion he stands up sliding his chair back with the back of his legs and hastily follows her down the steps.
His left arm propped at the elbow on a green metal chair the old man sat smiling in the sun. With right leg crossed over his left leg and his left hand drooping from a limp wrist he sipped his cup with his right hand. His snow white hair perfectly parted to the right really revealed his tan face. He wears a pink, blue and red short sleeve button up shirt with a royal blue sweater tied at the sleeves over his shoulders. He points to the right in the distance squinting his eyes and explaining something to his colleagues. Turning his head back to the group he lifts his right hand sliding his sun glasses down over his face. He glances at the black banded watch on his left wrist and taps his left foot three times on the still wet concrete. Suddenly there’s a boom of laughter at the table he jolts to the edge of his seat ripping off his sun glasses! Bent at the waist high on his chair the lines from the corners of his eyes appear very deep telling his age.
