DepartmentStorePanic Story
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| Fri, 10-06-2006 - 3:48pm |
Hello everyone, thought that I would share this experience with everyone (first time that this happened) in a more creative form. I hope to take this what is happening to me and turn it into something else (I don't know what). I am a writer, though, I tell you this is not my best work :-) Anyone else with this experience? Greets, L.
It starts here:
In an unnamed department store there was a girl scanning the shelves of the paper product section looking for all things a notebook.; we know what that is. It is a book with blank lined pages usually spiral bound in which things are written or doodles are made.
Then the girl noticed that the shelves and the voices and the people around her became blurred; the saleswoman's voice was slurred (Jack Daniels?) and highpitched. She had to leave quickly through the heavy glass doors which were the only thing between her and the street; to breathe in the cool eveing air to calm the jittering nerves; what she got was a nose and mouthful of bus exhaust fumes.
Once outside, the people, people , and more people didn't notice nor did they care. Inside her racing head she was counting and breathing and walking counting and breathing. If, at the time, she had the wit to have thought about it, she would have begun to whistle. This is because whistling when done softly is considered normal. Maybe. Perhaps by eighty year old men who still wear a hats or crimminals who in there desire to distract the attention of the person they are about to snatch something from, whistle dixie. But she doesn't whistle. She doesn't know how.
The distance from the department store to the car was immense, like a three days walk. Before her a mountain, The Alps or Everest; strapped to her legs were two ton weights with which she had to drudge and climb and climb but she made it. In the car finally, Breathe girl Breathe, no wait Don't! Hold your Breath! Hell man that was me tonight. I made it though, you know, by playing the rubix cube that my daughter had brought along. A Rubix Cube. Thank god for that Thing.

Yep, that sums up my emotions when
Sheri Ann
Good luck! (((hugs))) jan