2004-05-12
unimportant insight narrative.
As she started to walk briskly down the colorless sidewalk, she impulsively stopped and plucked a solitary lilac. It was a part of a bulbous gathering, yet separate from the rest.
She inhaled the fragrance while keeping her pace. She had somewhere to be.
She edged the street corner and pushed for the walk sign, wondering if those things ever even work of if they are only to retain patience and hope. Sounds familiar, she thought.
As she approached the place, she remembered that her boss (or at least the boss' terse, middle-aged daughter that managed 'the books') did not like their employees to chew gum. She promptly spit out her gum in a bank's parking lot. This was deliberate but for no apparent reason.
The place was only a block away. She kept sniffing her lilac. She glanced across the street, a boy was smiling at her. She would have been intruiged but interpretted it as a look of kind curiosity rather than interest. He likes the pleasant sight of me sniffing this flower, she thought. What he doesn't know is that there's coke in the petals that I have to snort up every few minutes because I am a hardcore addict.
Wow, that was a rotten thought, she told herself immediately after. Maybe the world is sad because of people like me that joke about it that way.
The boss was in the back in the office. Words were exchanged for about two minutes. She didn't like how when she spoke his eyes would linger all around, assessing her. Not in a perverted away for anything but seeming to closely observe and possibly judge. She couldn't help but think about the permanent sap stain from last week's picnic that edged her jacket and her smudged eyeline. She was aware.
Oh well, she thought. Words kept being spoken until she was quietly relieved that the verbal exchange was over.
On her walk back, she re-picked up her lilac that she had stored for safe keeping while she went in. By now she had forgot about the absence of her gum but subconsciously enjoyed the minty remnants. That feeling was always welcome. She wanted a kiss a boy after he chewed gum for a few hours. That would taste so good.
She made cars stop for her as she returned. Ah, the power of the pedestrian.
The day was practically over at four o'clock. She knew there would be lots of tasks awaiting her upon her arrival home but yet still sought moments to record this trivial experience.
leesah-likes at 4:03 p.m.