Saturday, June 2, 2012

Eleven by C. Shaw

It wasn’t the first time. She’d return in nine hours when her shift ended. “Shopping like a rich girl,” my mom laughed.

I’d watch the mall fill and empty again, weighing my loneliness against the threat of strangers.

3 comments:

  1. Yes... that eternal inner battle of the one fear against the other.

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  2. :(

    "I'd watch the mall fill and empty again..." I can see this...

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