The wind pressed, loud and insistent against drowning glass, pelted with liquid bullets and writhing in agony. I felt a selfish sort of sympathy for that putrid air, glad at least to have found even this respite. I glanced up and around, eyes squinting in the harsh light. They skimmed along halogen-clad walls and thirsty bits of yellow paper, begging for attention. A soft music drifted lazily though the air and seemed to me a laughable disparity from the tempest raging beyond. And as I stood, shaking and cold, I thanked my stars this place was still open. That is, until I saw the face. That winking grin,the wicked eyes laying privy to unspeakable horrors. I shuddered as I looked upon it, pallid cheeks rotting of jaundice. I had wandered into the corporate beast, the malicious opressor. I had once thought myself free of the consumeristic sociopath, thought myself above and able. This feind of a giant that feeds upon millions of unfortunate souls, sucking out their essence, their will, their life. But my case was different, no economic entrapment. This was real, true, physical barrage.
Yes, I was stuck in Wal-Mart.
AN: This is totally unedited, but I wrote it in class today and thought it was interesting enough. Tell me what you think.
It kind of just happened. I guess I have a lot of pent-up frustrations regarding Wal-Mart. *le sigh*
