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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Added on May 8, 2013 Last Updated on May 8, 2013 AuthorChristoph 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.. |

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