Shopping carts and pristine, polished, white floors. Aisles and aisles of mass-produced products stocked up on shelves that I'm too small to reach. The smell of cardboard boxes and bleach. People all shapes and sizes walking past me: old, young, small, tall, black, white, and blue. They cause a crescendo of sound, ringing around me like the merry-go. I'm just one of a thousand inside this big, cold building. I see you in front of me, wearing your usual khaki and blue, checking out groceries that don't belong to you, laughing at a joke I'm too far away to here. I smile to myself, thinking how easily you get along with people, while I like to hide deep inside my shell. I put one foot in front of the other, moving in the direction of your voice. I stop and see the pretty girl you're talking to, long brown hair with sun-kissed skin and my confidence fades. Replaced with dread that's set up a home low inside the pit of my stomach. I turn, dragging my uncertainty behind me, like a ball and chain around my ankle, disappearing around the next corner before you can see me. Or see the frown on my face. Before you can act concerned or worried or pretend to care that something is wrong, when all I did was ruin your day. It's easy to pass from sight when no one knows your name.
this didn't really happen haha, this was just an event that played through my head.
Also, when I say merry-go, i'm talking about a merry-go-round..i had said around in that sentence earlier and wanted to try and make it all bass-akwards ;)
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Whether it happened or not...it was very perceptive of you...very accurately and vividly described..I could visualize the entire scene as if watching on t.v. Great job.
The last line summed up the piece precisely and conclusively...strangers passing in the night...are just that...strangers.
allen
Hehe, wow, nicely done. Really great job with this. I actually work at one of these places, but for me, im the one who gets sad, cause it really does get lonely in there, and you see and meet people who are just so much better than you, and ya wish you were them sometimes. A lot goes thru your mind, and some situations...it's just really hard to control. And truly, it does get crazy in that place. I call it Hell*Mart lol. Anyways, a really great job here; nice work :)
Gotta love the big old Walmart than USA posesses, we have nithing as big as that in the UK, our supoermarkets are tiny compared to walmart, just like pharmacies ours are soo tiny, you can hardly walk in them lol... yay for co-operate America. Just love your insight and perception and the little things we observe that really hit us like the person you refer too. Excellent write :)
Whether it happened or not...it was very perceptive of you...very accurately and vividly described..I could visualize the entire scene as if watching on t.v. Great job.
The last line summed up the piece precisely and conclusively...strangers passing in the night...are just that...strangers.
allen
Well there's not too much to tell
I like to keep things simple
And when I write sometimes it's constructed
And other times I just go off on a tangent.
I like to really examine emotions I.. more..