Elusive Holes

Elusive Holes1

by Whyagain2

She took one quick step after another, holding her head high under the florescent lighting of Bob’s Grocery Market.  She was ever-wary of that occasional passer-by, that tall man in the corner, that frail woman trying to conceal cans in her light sweater, and this made her dance along even faster, her head held higher, nose toward the sky and eyes on the ground.3

Wake up, she told her frozen fingers as she reached for a carton of milk.  She checked the dates on every one of the red and white containers and, on finding that they were all the same, took the one farthest back, her antics meanwhile creating a line of people behind her.4

It’s interesting, she thought, what you worry about when the world is ending.5

And it was true enough, the world was ending.  She had carried this little secret around with her for decades, trying to tell a public that could only laugh.  She even wrote a paper.  It could be summarized in only a few words:  "Good morning America!  Good morning world!  Guess what?  The world is ending.  Guess why?  It's because you're all jackasses, that's why."  Maybe that's why it didn't go over so well.6

Crackpot.  Schizophrenic.  But she wasn’t as bad as the guys on the street corners shouting that the sky was falling--this time it really was.  7

But it wasn’t her problem anymore.  She tried; she wasn’t going to let it hang on her conscience any longer.  Besides, she had other things to worry about.  She’d just sit back and let it happen, then, but always covet the fact that she knew and that she was right.8

Meanwhile, she’d just keep an eye to the sky, looking for those elusive holes.9

whyagain10

21 december 200411

Author notes

Vignette.  Pre-post-apoch.  Unfinished piece, really.
-WhyA

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  • Oleander
    January 4, 2005
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    If you want proof, go to Gabz's poem The Milden Men. You will see it has the exact same comment.

  • Oleander
    January 4, 2005
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    really good

    Omg this bulkyandbold person has been giving lots of people that very comment you got. I got it as well. She probably hasn't even read it. Sorry I just had to tell you the truth out of human decency. As for the story, its great. It definately feels like you are in a grocery store. I like how she seemed to be muttering to herself as well. its one of those stories that makes you bring out the what ifs.


  • December 22, 2004
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    WOW!! You have major talent I am speechless. Great write, I saw the title and feel in love at first sight and HAD to read this, and I am so glad I did. Great imagery, and meaning, and I liked the points you were got to get across. Great job , and keep writing, wouldn’t want the world to collapse without your brilliant mind! Best of wishes and great great job !!!!!!!!!!
    Don't worry, I overlooked the errors, though they're were a few I won't mention them because the story was so so great! I'm not good at editing anyways, hehe it could be perfect and I'm just stupid. Anyways, great story!!!!!!! I'll buy you're book when you're famous!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • ShilohC
    December 22, 2004
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    ooo my goodness! You have to write more and notify me! I love it!!! Great word choice and description of the grocery scene. I love it! Did i mention I love it?
    This line is the best of course: It’s interesting, she thought, what you worry about when the world is ending.
    I must know more about the storyline....ahhh...you're keeping me hanging...
    You're a wonderful writer! Keep me posted and Happy Holidays!
    Edited on Dec 22, 6:30 p.m. because 'sp'.