The girl in plad

My afternoon in a nutshell

 

Tick Tick Tick

The clock whispers

Tick Tick Tick.

Music plays

in the backround

of the department store.

But you can still hear

the soft

Tick Tick Ticking

of the whispering

clock.

All around

there are people

talking quietly,

so as not to disturb

the harsh peicefulness

that the store has attained.

There is a girl

dressed in jeans

and a plad shirt,

walking aimlessly

through the rows

and rows

of clothing.

She does not know her size

but instead estimates

what would fit her

and what wouldn't.

As she is consumed

by her own

indecisiveness,

she meets the eyes

of a strange man,

checking her out

as he walks

out the automatic sliding

glass doors.

This disturbs her greatly,

so she hides behind a mask

of modesty.

She is now aware

of all the eyes in the store

being on her,

this strange girl

who seems to be

wandering the juniors section,

not knowing

what to do with herself.

So she flees

to the hideaway

where no one will find her.

in the dressing room.

Her cell phone vibrates

in her pocket.

It's her mother,

on the way over

to the juniors section

to help her find something

decent to wear

to school.

As she sits

alone in the dressing room

she hears the soft

Tick Tick Tick

of the clock.

The night

is not over

yet.

 

Author's Note

This is what happened to me tonight. I hate shopping. Whenever I go, I feel like everyones watching me, and I can't stand it.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Well, curiosity does run deep in people. Perhaps they are just curious? :) Or is this feeling of being watched, more of a fear? Perhaps fear that your mom might embarrass you while you're there in the mall? I know, when I was younger.. I hated shopping with my dad, because he always acted like someone i'd rather not be around.
Your poem brings across the feelings of what you intended though, so kudos for poetic skill!
One little thing... it's "peacefulness" :)

Aaron