A Walk To The Mall

A good day to go to the mall.

Anxiety was written on his face. It’s been two days since the last time that he slept. He tried to walk casually and adjusted the jacket he was wearing; making sure that everything was ready. His hand twitched as his grip tightened on the remote on his right. He then took a long pensive draw on the cigarette on his left then threw it on the trash as he walked on to the entrance. As the smoke slowly diminished on the thin air, he hurriedly went inside. 

He closed his eyes and accepted his fate--then there was a flash.