OctPoWriMo #4: Children
The house was always filled
to the brim with several sets
of little eyes, small mouths,
and tiny feet.
The tiny feet
I was speaking with a fellow female who was feeling down and out the other day about the pains of being a woman. She saw the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts as a curse upon women everywhere. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly sad for my fellow female, not only because she felt hated that she hated being a women in general, but because she hated herself. I had to respond with the kind of wisdom that had uplifted me so many times before. And so, of course, I turned my attention to Dr. Angelou. (more…)
Let the light that still shines through guide what’s in your mind.
Look at the beautiful flowers with their petals filled with dew.
Watch the rainbow grow with every vivid color and hue.
Frank had seen this embroidered on a pillow once. His eyes filled with tears as he found it even more relevant today than any day in his life before.
His time on earth was up. Finished. Caput. He had no time to really sit down and chat with his oldest daughter about how school was going for her, he couldn’t drive his youngest son to his soccer practices and cheer him on at games, and he couldn’t call his other daughter about her first few days in college either.
He realized the life he so desperately hated was the best thing he could ever have as all the bad things slipped away from his thoughts and the good things emerged. He found this out a few moments too late as he gazed through the window of his ex-wife’s home and found his kids sharing a family dinner at the table. He had somehow forgotten about the wonderful things he had in his life, and he was reminded now that he could never have them back.
“Why would you take a dead person to this scene going on right now? This isn’t fair!” Frank turned his attention around to the Angel of Death standing with her back against the tree in the front yard.
“Life isn’t fair.” The angel said as she looked up from her list.
“I’ve had enough of this. You’ve have taken people so violent from their lives, killed people in front of me, taken me to see all that I have lost, and made it so that I couldn’t even speak to my daughter or give her a hug when I was standing right in front of her!” Frank was now screaming at the top of his lungs. “Why?!”
“I dunno. You tell me.” The angel went back to her long list of names inside her little black book.
“What do you mean ‘I tell you?!’” Frank moved closer to the angel. “You told me I have to figure out something on my own!”
“But you’re showing me all of this?!”
“Is it not helping?”
“No! Were you really even planning on ever helping me?!”
“I thought I was doing a great job now.” The angel looked up at Frank and put her hand on his shoulder. “You really don’t remember do you?”
“Remember how you died. I never was the one really killing all those people on the list Frank. They did it themselves.”
“No. I’m pretty sure I saw you push those boys into the empty pool that one time.”
“Are you sure it was me, because I’m pretty sure those boys were on drugs and too busy stealing and getting into trouble that night to really know what was going on.”
“What are you talking about? You and I were both there.”
“You and I were both there at your death too.”
“Well of course you were. I woke up and saw that you were the first person there after I died in the hospital.”
“But I was there when the cigarette dropped too.”
“You mean when you dropped the cigarette! You killed me didn’t you?!”
“No. I was there just like I was for the boys in the woods.”
“You pushed them in!”
“No! They jumped in!”
“I saw you push them!”
“You’ve seen me there, but I didn’t push them. I’m only there when people want to die. The rest just leave when they are called and can find their own way.” The angel looked Frank in the eye. “Frank. Those boys wanted to die.”
“I’m so confused.”
“You wanted to go too so I came. You wanted me to come and be by you on your death bed even though that it wasn’t your time.”
“What do you mean that it wasn’t my time?”
“No one killed you Frank. I need you to go over to your daughter in the morning. She will be reading something very interesting then, and I want you to read it too.”
For the commercial part of America, and every department store circling the globe, the holiday season starts in September. During this time the store is stocked with ridiculous sweaters, fugly fur coats, and more overly-priced jeans. This also means that it’s the time for Christmas themed gift cards and charity.
“Okay teams, we needs to start asking these customers about our charities program. Asks them to donate theirs changes to the store insteads. Okay everyones?” The foreign supervisor gave out little buttons mentioning the charity helping underprivileged children for the associates to put on their badges. We then broke up the morning meeting and went to our cash registers.
It was about a few hours into my shift when I decided to step out from my hiding place in the stock room and start ringing up customers.
“Hello sir, did you find everything okay today?” I started scanning and bagging his dress pants and shirts.
“Umm, yeah. You didn’t want the purse right babe?” The customer turned to his girlfriend who was rummaging through the nasty raspberry chocolates. The woman just ignored him and threw the candy on the counter.
I just looked to the computer and totaled their purchase. “Okay, that will be $34.94. Would you like to round up your purchase to the nearest dollar and donate the change to the children’s chari-“
“-F#ck the children.”
I just smiled to keep back from my inevitable and gradually uncontrollable laughter. “Excuse me sir?” I turned around and looked to the customer rummaging through his wallet.
“Honey, that is so rude. How are you going to say ‘f#ck the children like that?” The woman was stuffing the candy into her face as she scolded her boyfriend.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”
I couldn’t help it anymore and just started cracking up at the register.
“Ugh, I can’t take you anywhere. You’re so rude.”
“I’m sorry babe.”
“Hahaha, it’s totally okay.” I took his money and gave him back the change that was robbing all the poor children in the area of food that Christmas and watched the couple walk out of the store past the bushes where kids pee before the girlfriend hit her boyfriend upside the back of his head.
I laughed so loud that all the customers in the area looked up from their usual dumping-all-of-the-clothes-on-the-floor routine to look at me doubling over in hysterical laughter. “Hahahahahahahaha!”
I don’t know why I haven’t gotten fired from this job yet.
Read the madness from the beginning.
There’s something about a good sale that drives people crazy. The store at the time was offering 10 dollars off of every purchase totaling 25 dollars or more and we were instructed to only give the discount to people who actually brought the coupon in. People were lining up around the corner to use their brightly colored ads while others tried the whole, “I left mine at home, do you have any behind the counter” routine.
“Ma’am, you only spent $24.99 on this purchase. Did you want to purchase something else so you can use the coupon?” I started putting the small pile of school clothes into a plastic bag.
The lady at the counter became annoyed with me as if I was the one who owned the company and had made up these rules. She stood next to her quiet husband and gently slapped the face of one of her three hyper kids. “I don’t understand. Why can’t you just give me the discount?”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry but I can’t give you the discount. We have some cheep candy right here that you can buy in order to use the coupon though.” I pointed to a small rack of chocolate covered raspberry snacks next to the cash register.
All of the sudden, the three children running around the counter stopped in their tracks and started chanting in unison. “Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy….”
They sounded like a choir of undead zombies in search of human brains to feast on. “No,you can’t have the damn candy,” the woman said.
“Oh, umm, sorry about that.” I just turned the rack of candy around in the hope that the children would just shut up, but it obviously didn’t help.
“Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy….”
“Ugh, if I’m going to pay money for candy I rather it be the good kind. I’ll be right back. I’m going to pick up a shirt for my husband to wear.” The lady left her husband with her zombified children and went to the men’s department.
The kids kept tugging on the pants of the extremely timid husband. “Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy….”
“We’ll go get candy later when your mom goes to work.”
“Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy. Candy….” The kids obviously wanted the candy right then and there.
The mother finally came back with a lime green polo from the Big and Tall section and threw it at my scanner. “Okay, now I can use the coupon.” I managed to bag the blindingly neon shirt and slide off into the stock room before I heard the faint sounds of the zombie chanting again.
Read the madness from the beginning.