Ch10- Argyle and PlaidThe place was an incredible sight. Behind an unassuming storefront there lay one of the biggest rooms David had been in, aside from the food court at the mall, but he hadn’t stayed long enough to take any of that in. Rows upon rows of clothing hung with crude paper signs labeling them as men’s or women’s wear, bins littered the floor and, upon closer inspection, held all sorts of human undergarments, including some strange cup-shaped garments, socks, jewelry in small cardboard boxes and shoes. People sifted through the many different clothes and boxes, some with quiet determination and some with a curious sort of intent; others gathered in groups and would comment and laugh loudly every time they pulled another strangely colored piece of fabric from it’s place on a hanger or hiding spot in a box.“What is this place?” It was certainly very different from the mall. David observed the people around him as they snatched items like they’d found bur
Ch9- What Is This Feeling?Over the next week, Mr. Todd noticed that David was quiet; or rather, quieter than usual. Despite frequent trips to a local bookstore, he had already gone through all of Mr. Todd’s books two or three times each. When he wasn’t reading, he was either silently helping Mr. Todd with odd jobs around the house or in his room doing who-knows-what. Finally, one day at breakfast, he decided to ask.“David?” the boy looked up from his cereal in acknowledgment. “I know that it’s a trend with young people to not disclose current events in their life with older people but, would there be something bothering you? You’ve been much more quiet than usual since your trip to the mall with Rachel, and I haven’t seen her around here lately either… did something happen between you two?”There was a moment of thought before David answered, although it wasn’t what Mr. Todd had thought he would say, “Negative words were passed, something
The Playground“I didn’t know what else to do, so I decided to take it all off,” that’s what she said to Justin in the park that day. Her voice sounded dull and low and her eyes, which were normally bright and intelligent, now were no more than blue-gray holes, glazed and flat. Justin could only stare and think, ‘what have they done to you?’ He examined the slight figure that sat delicately on the swing before him. He saw how thin she had gotten and how her normally pale skin had gotten even paler. The thin hospital gown waved loosely under the jacket that he had given her to keep her warm and her long black hair hung weakly around her shoulders. She was practically a ghost compared to what she used to be.“The wires and cords, patches and needles… I threw everything to the ground. The belts on the table were tricky, but I was able to take those off too. I was so angry… I threw chairs into the machines so they would stop beeping and I broke the
Such a pity, the one-eyed catSuch a pity,the one-eyed cat,who can only sit and seein one direction,at one time,and is thus cursedwith seeing the whole, wide worldall at onceand cannot shift his gazeto one thingor the other.A pity, indeed,the one-eyed cat,who does not possesthe blessed abilityto see one thingand ignore anotheras we withtwo eyes might.It’s surely something to pity,being a one-eyed cat;he must witnessan awful lot.