Soap box, New York. A man whose stench precedes him, drags himself to the street. His legs don't work, he hasn't showered and beads of sweat cover his face. He sits himself down and strips himself naked. With every piece of clothing he removes, he proclaims, "I do not trust your God. I do not trust your faith!" People dressed in fancy clothes walk around him. Some stop to listen, some take pictures. He keeps going. A police car swoops in blaring it's alarm loud on a stuffy Saturday afternoon. A police officer walks out and reads the man his rights. The mad man looks up, smiles his toothless smile saying still, in a baritone this time, "I do not trust your God." Paramedics arrive. The man is naked. The perimeter has been sealed off. The cameras still click, the people are amused. The man chants almost in a trance, "I do not trust your God." "I do not trust your faith." The paramedic approaches from the left, the police man approaches from the right. They apprehend him. They bind him. He is thrown into one of their cars. The crowd disperses. All that is left behind is a trail of blood and his tattered clothes. A rat sniffs the rags trying to find food. The world goes on. #wanderloststories #newyork #writernetwork #readersnetwork #stories #shortstories #tinytales #tales #readersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #nycstories #nyc #metropolitanmuseumofart (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CS5mab9Mnhi/?utm_medium=tumblr

















