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‘A Man and a Woman in Front of Me Were Hurrying in the Same Direction'

‘A Man and a Woman in Front of Me Were Hurrying in the Same Direction'

New York Times4 days ago
Sidewalk Stomp
Dear Diary:
It was a hot July day, and I was walking up Lincoln Place in Park Slope toward Prospect Park to enjoy some shade.
A man and a woman in front of me were hurrying in the same direction. She was wearing an ivory jumpsuit with a flowing chiffon scarf and high-heeled sandals. He was in beige linen pants and a white shirt.
Perhaps they were late to their own wedding? I imagined their guests waiting for them at the Picnic House. In any case, the heat wasn't slowing them down.
Following behind, much more slowly and in sneakers, I admired how the woman could walk with such speed in her heels.
Suddenly she stopped. A blister? A turned ankle?
No.
She darted to her right and stomped on the sidewalk before quickly resuming her pace.
As I passed the spot, I looked down at the sidewalk to see a squashed lanternfly. One is never too late, or too well dressed, to do a small good deed.
— Dorothy Barnhouse
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Sidewalk Stomp Dear Diary: It was a hot July day, and I was walking up Lincoln Place in Park Slope toward Prospect Park to enjoy some shade. A man and a woman in front of me were hurrying in the same direction. She was wearing an ivory jumpsuit with a flowing chiffon scarf and high-heeled sandals. He was in beige linen pants and a white shirt. Perhaps they were late to their own wedding? I imagined their guests waiting for them at the Picnic House. In any case, the heat wasn't slowing them down. Following behind, much more slowly and in sneakers, I admired how the woman could walk with such speed in her heels. Suddenly she stopped. A blister? A turned ankle? No. She darted to her right and stomped on the sidewalk before quickly resuming her pace. As I passed the spot, I looked down at the sidewalk to see a squashed lanternfly. One is never too late, or too well dressed, to do a small good deed. — Dorothy Barnhouse Submit Your Metropolitan Diary Your story must be connected to New York City and no longer than 300 words. An editor will contact you if your submission is being considered for publication. Want all of The Times? Subscribe.

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