People Watching

November 2, 2009
She sits on the cold metal chair, her feet just barely touching the cement covered ground. Her light shoes and slight feet barely move from their place under the round table that seems to match the chair perfectly. Strands of her longish brown hair fall in her face every few minutes only to be swiped away by her thin cold fingers.

The cold coffee that had been sitting in front of her now for over half an hour was only sipped once, then forgotten.

People walk by her, not even noticing her brownish green eyes jumping from face to face, person to person. Watching, analyzing, but not criticizing, never criticizing. She merely observes, watches people of all kinds and all shapes and sizes. Tall, short, fat, skinny, happy, sad, in a group, or all alone. She gives them a name, a story, a past, present, and future.

Like the tall, young, dark haired man she calls Sam. He stumbles by her each morning, with a stack of unruly papers in his arms, a shoulder bag that won't stay on his shoulder and a pained look on his face that she can only relate to that of a frightened rabbit. She imagines him wobbling into an office building in his wrinkled suit and crumpled tie, trying desperately to coral his papers and shoulder bag. She imagines the look on his face as he tries to explain to everyone why he's so late. She can't help giggling every time.

It's a game she plays with just her, her mind and the hundreds of people she sees everyday. It's a game she's good at, she always has been. She's smart, creative, clever and patient. She is very patient. For it takes patience to sit and imagine these peoples' lives, and patience to write some of them down, and patience to slowly let her soul seep out through her pours and into the world around her. So that she may interact with these people she watches. So she may ask them questions about their life and their opinions. So that she may meet these people and teach these people and reach these people, without ever getting out of her cold metal chair.

So that she can keep these people in her mind until her soul returns to her body and she can write her stories down. Just to get up and do it all over again.

But what she has yet to discover is that she is not alone. There are many who do the same thing. Many who watch and listen and imagine their days away. Immersing themselves in the stories of others. So that they can escape what ever troubles they may have in their lives and maybe, if only for a moment, be someone else.

She sits on the cold metal chair, her feet just barely touching the cement covered ground. Her brownish green eyes jumping from face to face, person to person. Watching people go by and not even noticing that there is someone else watching her.

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NeverEnoughTime said...
Dec. 15, 2009 at 10:09 pm
HEY PEOPLE! I can see how many people have looked at this (quite a few) and there are WAY fewer comments than I am at all content with. so please please PLEASE! leave me a comment/review/any dang thing you want to say, it would be uber helpful...just don't be a hater... and thank you to everyone who has left me something to think about! :D
NeverEnoughTime said...
Dec. 14, 2009 at 6:30 pm
hmmmm...I wasn't planning on writing anymore but if anyone can give me a cool idea for a story or something than I promise I'll consider writing a companion peice (or something...kinda depends on what you guys suggest ;)
Rocksea said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 8:10 pm
Loved the story. It captured what most people watchers think about while watching ... and there are a lot of us! Very well written. Is there more?
hbohr said...
Dec. 11, 2009 at 11:14 am
This stirred up a lot of emotion in few words. Concise and beautiful. Mysterious and elucidating. Thought-provoking. I really liked it.
Christine G. said...
Dec. 10, 2009 at 11:30 pm
Wow! Ms. P. That was fantastic! I love your style! Please keep it coming, you are very talented and I hope that I can read more from you! Keep it up! I want to say, "I knew you when..." Love it!
Mrs. Riz said...
Dec. 10, 2009 at 3:47 pm
very suspenseful....and engaging. You leave the reader wanting more.
wrong use of want pores
the first sentence of the 2 or 3 paragraph is a fragment....
well done. Invite me when you are on Oprah's Book list.......
Josiecoco said...
Dec. 10, 2009 at 1:24 pm
Love this, I agree with Vesaptart, next chapter please. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs - Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega. I can feel the girl and her soul.
Vespatart said...
Dec. 10, 2009 at 12:21 pm
I love this story! So descriptive, just makes me wish it were longer, I want to read more!
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