The Visitor(s)

Who happens to be at a WalMart on 'any given Sunday' and moves the unusual narrator of this vignette to think about the American Dream (and faeries!)?

A tale inspired by Photographing Fairies, to sign off with. Enjoy, 

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I go to WalMart and wait to see a new immigrant woman, a single-mother who's there with her infant child with whom she escaped from her politically-troubled nation to arrive in the dreamland that we call United States.

I think of the experience(s) of these hard-working women who struggle to find new lives in the West/America and wonder about the economics 'hell' they fled from to arrive in the world-nation considered the most 'hygienic' place in modern times. I think of the convenience(s) of WalMart and thank goodness this latest single-mother and child, with a visage that appears to be an Eastern European or Northern Ireland or Far East origin and I think of why people flock to America/WalMart.

My name's Cyrax, and I'm a US citizen, and I dress very warmly and tightly for the cold winters in the United States, and I'll walk into my WalMart in such warmy gear during the shopping time of the week and take note of the immigrant single-mothers with their child shopping at the market that day and wonder what they make of my 'Eskimo' appearances.

This isn't a world of Scarface daydreams or Oz yellow-roads but a hard-worn world of everyday life and medicine and social care for the migrating human soul in modern civilization. It's why I love WalMart. It's why I take photos of WalMart shoppers and wonder (earnestly) if any of them are faeries.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)

Reviews

[knighngale]

oh wow, that's a powerful prose. So much is happening right now; we are in turmoil. At least we have Wall Mart. :OI