“THE GLANCE”
BY SHEB SCHEBELLA
I was near the old once general store now turned discount hair salon watching fat women lumber out with dated hairstyles dyed in some glow in the dark burgundy type colors even crayola could not define, only to cross the street to enter an ice cream parlor named Tiny’s. I would then glance back down at my magazine and find it impossible to read with such bizarre confusion going on around me. I am at a place in my life where I know longer can define the world, but the more I think about it the less I truly care to. Sometimes if we are unlucky enough we get a vulgar glimpse of creation and the people that are because of it and trust me the haunting sticks with you a long time.
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