Street Stories

The matron and her plastic bag

It wasn’t hard to notice her amidst the pedestrian and bicycle traffic. The summer heat called for casual and light clothing. Yet, she wore a tweed-like dress that…

Barrel roll a yo-yo

He rolled his eyes and sighed. I had proven to be an utter disappointment, having failed to master the yo-yo. Scowling, I slapped the toy into his open…

Fruits and vegetables

Each time I go to the market, I see the same vendors sitting in the same spots, only marked by different clothing and wares. Each season, the fruits…

Skaterboys

I was “chasing” 4 o’clock shadows at the intersection of 金陵东路 (Jinling Dong Lu) and 西藏南路 (Xizhang Nan Lu) when I heard a loud whoops and whooshes of…

A day of rest

He was sitting alone, surrounded by concrete sand and mud, reading a newspaper on top of a tiny table. Behind him was his home, a large blue storage…