Observable UniverseA Story by Christoph Poe
With eyes unworthy of judging, I started towards a man I knew little about, if anything more than the fact his fingernails were painted black orange, and his straight hair fried of a curling iron. He seemed solemn enough for an approaching stranger. He laughed at a mother struggling to keep her ubiquitous child, a mere 3 feet tall, at grip and begging refutably for an expensive toy. He didn't seem to mind the screaming child, and instead optimistically took his business to another department.
I followed him into the men's clothing, where he surprisingly looked upon apparel I thought he'd never wear. The few men who ventured for clothes vanished elsewhere, and within moments, he was the only one standing there with a plaid button-up shirt in hand. He checked the size, then the price. I froze in my tracks, my arms leaned carelessly across a hidden rack of socks, as I starred down into nothingness. Too close for me to observe, I left him standing there stretching his jaw. Leaving him alone might have been best. Moving on to the real reason I ventured to the mall, I came across another fellow in the electronics isle. "What brings you here?" I asked. With his arms crossed in question, (To Be Cont'd) © 2013 Christoph PoeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristoph PoeTuscaloosa, ALAboutLaughing might be my weakness, but my humor is the only characteristic that drives my positivity in this damned world. I'm a bit blunt at times, but always respectful >>and to be blunt, I expect respe.. more..Writing
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