Depraved.

She caught my attention early on. She stood at the cashier in the grocery store. Doing something, I don’t know what. I continued shopping, but as I was about to pay for my items, she was still standing there. This tiny woman, immensly thin. Of course, humans are buildt induvidually but this woman was skinny. She also had this sway in her legs, as well as a hunch in her back. She was busy. She was busy packing.  Avoding to use normal plastic bags, turning to the smaller ones. The ones you normally have your fruit in. It was closing in on closing time for the store. She had been standing there for atleast ten minutes with her two bags. No intention to leave yet. Can’t leave yet. Ain’t finished yet.

Her two bags. Bags in bags. Five bags put in each other. Re-inforcement. These bags won’t tear. These bags will bear all the burdens.  She then moved all her items from the one bag to the other. Ham. Paté.  A bowl of some sort. That’s all I saw. She swapped them between the bags. Standing at the register. People passing by. Everything goes so fast. She has her tempo. Focused on these bags. People passing by.

I can’t help but wondering how her physical appearence sets roots in some physical hurt. Her silhouette makes the appearence of a question mark. It might be a tremble for her to walk . It might be a hassle to lie for her. It might be torture to be awake for her. What do I know?

I bought a chocolate. A Mars. Fudgy. I loathe the fact I bought it. It seemed so idiotic to buy chocolate. I bought some other stuff too, but the chocolate was uneccecary.

As I became on of those who passed by her, I got a look at her face.  She was still focused on her items. What was she doing? I was wondering what took her so long. I was wondering if she is lonely. A bad taste in my mouth. A sketchy smile lurking on her mouth. I left. Wondering what she would do the rest of the evening. It was valentine’s day today. What do 65 years old questionmarks do on these days?

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