On the day after Thanksgiving Day (aka Black Friday), a priceless moment of kindness observed
They came, as ceaseless tides, drawn by gravitational bargain’s dreams. Cavalcades of shoppers, swift of foot, some deft, most inelegant of hand, rummaging zealously through rafts of smartly-arranged merchandise, in clamorous search for that one especial prize to present to a dear one in a month’s days.
In the wake of each wave, she, quietly, the air around her filled with frantic banter, carefully gathered the garments, now, in disarray; sometimes stooping to retrieve the crumbled clothing from the floor where it had fallen or had been tossed, and so reassembling the display for the next caravan.
All day, ‘twas like this. All barking their demanding dissatisfactions. None offering the merest caring comment.
Then he approached. His need, only one. “Thank you,” his eyes beaming, his lips, a swiftly ascending crescent, “for your help this day. May your holidays be blessed.” His words, measured, to another, might have been as coins into a beggar’s cup, a pittance, but to her, surest treasure.
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