A Glance

December 6, 2006

In the mall at 7:40am waiting for the bus. Bus shelter was torn down months ago. Nothing but workadays in here ‘cuz we don’t like to freeze the toucas. Long brunette in the mall mirror playing with her hair. Probably about 25, but she’s still got the knobbly knees and the dirty high school runners. Tons of makeup and dead-straight hair. Leather satchel at her feet, bus schedule poking out. Strokes her mane and straightens her jeans. Brushes something from her pants. She appears to be very serious about all this. Doesn’t take her eyes from herself once. I chuckle to myself as I watch her performance (to not much of an audience). It’s one of those floor-to-ceiling 80’s-era mirrors, the ones that you don’t see anymore. Out of the corner of my eye I spot three boys approaching, likely 13 years her junior. They walk with that disheveled junior-high stagger – boots dragging, jackets dragging, minds on girls and more girls. They pass behind primping girl and their heads turn to take her in. She’s noticed their inexperienced stares, but pays them no mind. After a brief look, two of the boys turn their attentions elsewhere, perhaps to the video games down the mall. The other one still walks, but his head is turned so that his eyes linger on her. He’s got his mouth open when he does this, and it reminds me of every awkward, hackneyed junior-high moment. I watch him in the mirror, the dirty dog. He looks at her just long enough. For a moment almost too brief to perceive, the awkward boy and the sightly woman lock eyes, exchange, and turn away.

Vignette #139

2 reader comments (closed)



Perhaps I am reading too much into this piece, but I find the scene somewhat sinister, or at the least, high on the “ick” scale.

The bus schedule “poking up” from the bag. The unapologetic vanity of the woman (stroking her mane). The unapologetic leering (with open mouth). Perhaps most of all, you viewing the scene through a mirror, placing yourself, an ostensibly passive observer, in the scene – but at one remove. Am I over-analyzing?

Dec 06, 2006 • 11:55




Thanks for commenting. I appreciate your insight. I think you’re reading too much into this, though. It’s a snapshot, that’s all. I wrote what I saw.

On the flipside, how about identifying yourself (not here, but via email)?

Dec 06, 2006 • 15:36

More streaks, Dec 06

More streaks, Dec 06



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