Sorry I haven’t posted for a while, I’ve been very busy at school. Anyway, here’s a little story I put together for my English fiction class. Its based on a picture from The People of Walmart site. I think we’ve all been there. Check it out. They only come out at night.
Halloween is over, yet they dress up just the same. Spiked hair, piercings, fish-net stockings and black leather abound. The midnight hour approaches. They’re herded to center aisle. Self-serve registers look tempting. The automated voice: please swipe your purchase and deposit payment, drones on and on. But without fail, they take longer than the flesh-and-blood type. I fall in behind a guy waiting to pay for five gallons of tea. He’s wearing a pink kilt. No one else seems to notice. A robust young female cuts in front of kilt guy; he’s in a daze and doesn’t seem to care. But, she’s hard to ignore: thigh-high boots; lace camisole barely concealing a camouflage sport bra; semi-sheer short-shorts do their best to reel in a purple thong. They’re losing the fight. Elvis it seems, is also alive and well. He makes a weekly appearance to reward the faithful with a glimpse of royalty. Turns out he lives at the old folks’ home up the road, not Graceland; thank you very much. The line inches forward. A gum chewing cashier takes kilt guy’s money.
“NEXT.”
Startled. “Who me?”
“Yeah you, biker dude, nice costume, welcome to Walmart.”
Hmmm, black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, black tee shirt. Maybe I’m a Wal-martian too!
