Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • He was standing outside the super market asking the customers to spare some change.
    He was blond, gentle,with dirty old clothes , and English speaking.
    He had a peacefull look and a quiet smile on his face.
    I realized I had seen him before. He was sitting on a bench at the big square of my middle class neighborhood eating canned ham.
    That image had stuck in my head as I entered the super market.
    I bought some vegetables and a bunch of bananas. I left the cashier with some coins kept in my pocket , ready to peal the banana I so craved for. As I approached him and reached for the change I heard him murmur pleasantly with surprise “a banana!!! ?? "
    “Υes”, I smiled and handed it to him.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.