Flagellation
I'm in the lot. I can't seem to move. What was I here for again?
Suddenly, the dailies have caught up with me. I crank the window all the way down, catching the fall's frigid breeze, cooling my hot cheeks and tense jaw. Finish the cigarette. Listen to the stories. Tears well up against my will. So fucking stupid.
I'm sitting in the Target lot, listening to some damned NPR piece, having an existential crisis.
At Target. Could I please have a little more dignity here? Can I be a little less do-nothing middle class bleeding heart?
Thanks. Yours made me flash back to hs and realize the lots most familiar involved waiting for my brother, annoyed. Your version is much more evocative (edit: and very much so. Awesome.) It made me think outside that, and I ended up... at Target. Sheesh.
Wow, this is a great topic. Everyone's -- Deena, Liese, Daisy Jane -- is fabulous, but sarameg's really hit home.
::applauds::
I'm usually in my driveway.
They've got us pegged, according to pledge drives....
Parking Lot
The single security light left the parking lot with pools of shadow around the bins of cans, bottles and newspapers. "I should have done this earlier," I thought, jumping when a gust of wind set a stray can rattling across the empty parking lot. A Harley roared into the parking lot, and the burly driver, head to toe in black leather, drove the bike around and around me. As he stopped, I mentally measured the distance to my car. He held up a pizza box. "Where's the cardboard recycling?" I pointed. He tossed the box into the bin and was gone.
Stranger in a Strange Land
The security guard paused in front of me. "You can't take your camera in."
He looked horrified when I looked straight back at him and said, "Well, fuck."
I crept along with the rest of the line, laughing behind my sunglasses at the black and the piercings and the plaid and the attempts to put short Utah haircuts up into inch-high mohawks. They waited for me to freak, then looked increasingly uneasy as I just smiled faintly.
I was in the same hundred-square-yard space as Billy Idol. As if I'd let the Warped Tour crowd intimidate me from that.
Drabble: parking lot
It was late, it was dark, it was spitting rain, and I had my head down as I trudged across the empty parking lot to the grocery store.
The pickup was going too fast as it turned in off the street.
I jumped, he swerved and locked up his brakes, but he was still doing about 15 mph when the corner of the bumper clipped my thigh and tossed me 20 feet.
I tucked and rolled and landed on my shoulders, then rolled twice more before I could stop.
Some perverse quirk made me ask him if he was okay.
