Cacophony

The mall was packed. A big green festive heart, beating with its gold and glittery decorations and smiling children. Santa Claus, ho, ho. A pulsating smell of caramel by Bath and Body Works and small toy air planes hovering above, buzzing, driven by minimum wage kiosk workers, to irritate. Everyone walking either fast or very slow. No rythm. This heart beats back into its own ventricle. This mall has a heart condition.

And, it was to my knowledge alone, that, gypsies and pickpockets were everywhere. Viruses, plagues in the system. Undercover, of course.

I held my purse strap scouring the faces for a diseased twinkle in the eye. A gleam or film, that would identify their ulterior motives, only I could decipher it. I’ve read much about the swarthy pickpockets in Prague, but this was a mall in Kentucky. No matter. Pickpockets live for crowds and holiday shoppers and this unsuspecting group of merriers were not immune to their tactics.  

A woman passed. Walking very slowly and observantly, a big bag slung over one shoulder. She was shorter, pale, with shifty eyes and careful steps. She could be a woman of paranoia or she could be a woman of cunning and calculation. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was watching the crowd…

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I’m horrified of the ocean, so probably some sunken ship somewhere off the coast of something.

Or, do I? 

Today, I took on a possession of thoughts that just hung around my neck like guilt and a noose…It wasn’t an unpleasant thought. It was very pleasant, in fact. It was as guilt, because it held my mind hostage. 

The cold outside led me to thoughts of the woods and it’s drained colors, thoughts of the woods led me to think of druids and King Arthur and on…to a book I’ve read, oh, maybe ten times called the 21 Lessons of Merlin. The way this book is written incorporates many colors into the script; emerald grass, golden sunlight, sapphire skies, raging red fires.

Normally, that is the only time color is acceptable to me. Written. I’m very monochromatic. Even my house. Even my car. Indeed, my thoughts. I’m sure my coffin will be a nice silver and black. 

I’m not strict, though. I do allow very in-your-face, screaming colors into my life as accents. Who knows why and where. I don’t. I didn’t consciously create this. Maybe.