Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Cleavers and Other Things Deli
So I was just going to take a couple of days off from writing. A couple of days turned into a couple of weeks and then a couple of weeks turned into almost a month. The past four weeks is a blur. Now I know what Mulder and Scully felt like. Stupid aliens.
I saw "him" again. The dead eyes. The blank stare. Yup, I went to the deli section of the grocery store again. Someone else helped me, but he was in the background doing . . . something. With a cleaver. Whack!! And then . . . a smile. Sort of. One corner of his mouth, slightly upturned. I think I saw drool. He looked up and saw me looking at him. His eyes went down to the cleaver and then . . . back to me. I saw something in those dead eyes that frightened me.
I DID see him again, though, and he DID have that blank stare. But no cleaver, no drool. Just a little net over his beard as he sliced meat for the display case. We had no interaction, but I DID watch him for a few seconds. He just seemed . . . sad. Sad people make me sad.
The moral of this story? Well, there really isn't one. Except maybe don't judge a book by its cover. Oh, and speaking of books and covers. I read one last night. A book. "Always A Designer, Never A Bride." Loved it.
Guess I'm back :)