You sit
at a table, your drink in front of you, watching as the people await the
opening of stores.
You watch the people you have befriended in the long,
caffeine addicted queue pass you by - now ready to face the coming onslaught of
the sales crowd that you yourself was oblivious to until it was too late to
turn back.
You left the house, on a scouting mission for when your next
paycheque comes through, and soon found yourself facing a battle. The unmoving
crowds resisting your every twist and turn, causing your face to frown and your
mind to wish you were in a wide, open space; anywhere but here.
You begin
to wonder if Dorothy's magical shoes are being sold at a cut down,
unmissable price.
Your hand
reaches for the coffee mug, fingers just covering the well-known logo as they
drink in the heat, and as you take a sip your eyes glance round. By now the
shops have opened and the crowd has been torn apart by the different dooorways
with their various 'unmissable' offers.
However, your eyes do not rest on the near
violence that occurs, instead finding the peace that many cannot see: the
couple that stand out of the way, sharing a chaste, public-friendly kiss whilst
another couple watch their young girls run off past you, begging to be allowed
to purchase a bear from the large toyshop opposite, or maybe the older two
sitting on a bench, still with plenty to say to each other, ignoring the rest
of the world go by.
By now
the coffee is finished and the heat from the mug is dwindling. You stand up to
leave, your plan of action already in your head, you go through your list one
more time and then head off into the battlefield, making one small amendment to
the bottom of the mental list: 'Ruby red slippers'.
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