Observations at Bryant Park- Revised

Pigeon

A filthy pigeon walks among the scattered green tables and chairs at Bryant Park. It walks aimlessly over pebbles, puddles and mud. It paces hunched over, pecking at the gravel floor. Occasionally it straights up and inspects the scene by gyrating its head in every direction, but mostly its head is bowed low. A pigeon of different coloring approaches, and the first pigeon flies away to another spot in Bryant Park, where it continues pecking on this wet and sunny day.

Person 1

He wears a red cap, black t-shirt, pants and a navy vest. He is sitting by himself on one of the many chairs at Bryant Park. He leans over a table looking and fiddling with his phone. He is short and his face is asymmetrical with dark circles under his eyes. Next to him, on another chair, is an overstuffed black backpack. As a ray of sunlight emerges from under the clouds; he places his left hand protectively over the phone’s screen. His eyebrows furrow and his lips curl upwards.

 Person 2

He wears a tartan t-shirt, blue jeans and new looking gray tennis shoes with bright orange soles. He wears a worn out cap that once was mauve with a black visor. He holds a golf club in his hands and stands straight with his feet together bending his body slightly down. There are two plastic balls on the ground, one white and one chartreuse. He looks at one of the balls and then at the base of one of the five flags placed around the perimeter. He does this several times, the ball, the flag, the ball, the flag. Then he pulls the golf club backwards and swings forward hitting the ball with a hollow thud. His eyes follow the ball as it rolls down the green. He takes half-a-step and places himself behind the other ball as he readies to do it all over again.

Person 3

She wears a white and black striped shirt, with a striking plastic red roses necklace. Her hair is short, pixie cut. She wears purple and pink tennis shoes with electric yellow shoe laces. She sits on a bench next to her friend surrounded by shopping bags. Behind the bench the ground is raised, leveling the top of the bench with the ground. Here, a guy sits reading. As she lies back on the bench her head lands near the guy’s hairy uncover backside. As her friend chats, she picks at her teeth.