Character Sketch #13

He searches the stores as he walks by, head swinging left, swinging right, in time with his footsteps, his eyes roaming, seeking his prey like a caged predator at the zoo. Good luck finding whomever you’ve lost, sir.

Her flower headband speaks of a time lived by people thrice her age. The weight of the taxicab yellow Forever 21 bag speaks of a credit card belonging to someone twice her age. The jelly sandals on her feet speak of  children half her age.

She slides along with her tennis ball-footed walker, giving the stinkeye to a scantily clad teenaged girl passing by. Judge not, lest ye be judged, old woman. What short shorts might you have worn in your salad days, I might ask.

He looks fierce and grumpy; a drill sergeant at the mall, perhaps seeking a gift for his buddy’s bachelor party. But his steel gray Mohawk belies that fierceness and lets his playfulness shine through.

He looks lost: walking slowly, eyes darting around. He constantly refers back to a slip of paper in his right hand. A list of gifts, a list of stores, a list of sizes–he doesn’t share the secrets of his list.



2 Comments on “Character Sketch #13”

  1. LRose says:

    It’s a multi-layered bunch tonight! Love the observation of the elderly woman.

  2. abbiosbiston says:

    Ooh the first one sounds like the start of a Criminal Minds episode.

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