Waves of Other Phrases

Petals Join the Roots of Their Fellow Brethren

     'I have to admit her theatrics were great. Before this whole social distance thing Gina was a social master, now she is an online socialite more than ever, but I liked her better when she was a real socialite. It was nauseating, however, the choice between the two had me appreciating her flirtatious, boisterous, sometimes outlandish behavior to this half seen part of her face that is always dropped downward now as Gina, like so many others, play with their damn cell phone. I think everybody should just marry their phones, or tablets. This tech gadgetry was developed to make a persons life easier, yet instead it has dulled their five major senses, isolated them from others, and denied them real human contact. It is what it is I suppose, and I'm just as guilty, just not as much as others. The conveniences are nice, but the time influx of consequence is certainly pulling everything down. Sometimes I wish I was stupid, then I could just blow through life without a care of anything going on around me. That seems like the new motto, 'I didn't break it, can't fix it, so, fuck it!' Anyway, watching Gina get were way socially was both sickening, and entertaining.'

     Persophonee waved high as a return hello to a group of people that she could hardly remember. Gina was across the crowded mall, hugging one group of people after the next. She had her tiny purse dangling around her shoulder as it bounced off of her hip, and the other hand held a frothy drink. Gina had just come out of the Retro Huff, a clothing and overly bright shoe store. Gina moved through the mall foot traffic and sat beside Persophonee.

     "What do feel like doing from here Seph?" Gina sipped at her drink.

     "I don't know, we almost just got here. Let's people watch for a bit."

    "Okay. I will atleast finish my drink." Gina took another sip and set it down between them on the neoteric bench that curved upward like a bulbous wave and became part of the wall. It wasn't very comfortably designed, but the architecture was diufferent. Gina looked across the mall, the crowd beginning to suffocate within itself as the people amass and voices and shouting children grow louder, her eyes squinted and she looked down into her little purse. 

    Persophonee was reading Gina's motions, "Aah, Gina you didn't." 

     Two black uniformed security guards stepped up to Gina. They both seemed identical height. About six feet. 

    "Hello Gina." The darker haired one said. 

    The other smiled and his right eye winked at Gina.

     "Having a nice time at the mall?" The darker haired guard asked.

     "We're just deciding what to do? Movie? Maybe? Shopping after? Watch the boarders beat themselves up at the skate-park? What are your plans?" Gina let her tiny purse sway back as she stood. The purse bounced off of her hip when she came to a stand, lifting her left leg up so she could adjust thestrap on her heel Gina laid a hand on the quiet guards shoulder for temporary balance. 

     "Well, I will just mention to you Gina." The dark hared security guard uttered. "The manager of Retro, kind of doesn't want you shopping there anymore." He tried to force a grin.

     Gina gave the guards shoulder a squeeze before removing her hand. "I shop there all of the time, but if that's what she wants, that's fine. It isn't like I don't have a lot of places to choose from." Gina actually blew them each a kiss, and the silent guard blushed.

   The quiet guard finally spoke, "You ladies have a nice day. If you need anything you come to us."

    Gina stared at him sideways and removed a pen from her tiny purse. She took the silent guards hand and wrote her cell phone number on it with her name. Gina then leaned in and whispered, "Call me," into his ear. 

    The quiet guard tried to hide a gulp, as Gina gave him a peck on his cheek, then lips. 

    Gina snatched up Persophonee's hand and they made their way through the mall. All the while Persophonee shaking her head with chuckles.

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