Newspaper Salesman
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skonen_bladesLast Thursday, an out-of-breath girl with dirt on her face asked me for a place to hide.
I work at a newsstand. I watch the world go past me.
She was young, maybe nine or ten. She looked desperate and panicked. The street was crowded with the business rush. A sea of dark blue suits and umbrellas and there she was like little red riding hood in a forest staring up at me, a slash of colour standing out and begging me for safety.
Her eyes told me I had less than seconds to make a decision.
I don’t know why I did it. I reached forward and took her hand. She weighed hardly anything. She gave a little hop to help me as I swung her up out of the rain and over the counter into the newsstand with me. She curled up by my feet, shaking and wet.
I resumed staring forward like I always do. It was easy.
Three men ran past, shouldering through the ranks of well-dressed men. Umbrellas were jostled. People complained. One woman was knocked over.
The three men had long faces and dark eyes. The suits they had on looked out of date and worn. They were wet from the rain and they didn’t care. Something about them looked feral. They cast around with their eyes, looking for the girl. They looked at me and past me.
One of them paused, cocked his head, and swung his head back to look at me. I felt like I was being scanned by a machine. I stood like a statue and looked back at him with what I hoped was the look of a salesman hoping to make a dollar.
“Newspaper, sir?” I asked, passing my hand over the day’s editions.
With a curl of his lip, the thin man resumed the chase. Within a minute, the three hunters were long gone. I couldn’t help but think of them as a pack.
I looked down at the girl. I offered to help her up.
With a derisive smirk, she ignored my hand, stood up by herself and smoothed out her dress.
“Men.” She said in a voice more adult than her years. “So predictable.”
She looked up at me then. The flush on her cheeks was makeup. She gave me a look that told me that I had just helped the wrong person.
She smiled. Her teeth were filed to points. She made a quick movement towards me and I flinched. That made her laugh.
She spun around, crouched down on all fours, and with a sprinter’s grace, she ran out of the dog door.
I stood and watched the small door oscillate to a stop. I listened to the rain. After a few minutes, I went back to staring ahead and hoping someone from the business rush would buy a magazine.
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I work at a newsstand. I watch the world go past me.
She was young, maybe nine or ten. She looked desperate and panicked. The street was crowded with the business rush. A sea of dark blue suits and umbrellas and there she was like little red riding hood in a forest staring up at me, a slash of colour standing out and begging me for safety.
Her eyes told me I had less than seconds to make a decision.
I don’t know why I did it. I reached forward and took her hand. She weighed hardly anything. She gave a little hop to help me as I swung her up out of the rain and over the counter into the newsstand with me. She curled up by my feet, shaking and wet.
I resumed staring forward like I always do. It was easy.
Three men ran past, shouldering through the ranks of well-dressed men. Umbrellas were jostled. People complained. One woman was knocked over.
The three men had long faces and dark eyes. The suits they had on looked out of date and worn. They were wet from the rain and they didn’t care. Something about them looked feral. They cast around with their eyes, looking for the girl. They looked at me and past me.
One of them paused, cocked his head, and swung his head back to look at me. I felt like I was being scanned by a machine. I stood like a statue and looked back at him with what I hoped was the look of a salesman hoping to make a dollar.
“Newspaper, sir?” I asked, passing my hand over the day’s editions.
With a curl of his lip, the thin man resumed the chase. Within a minute, the three hunters were long gone. I couldn’t help but think of them as a pack.
I looked down at the girl. I offered to help her up.
With a derisive smirk, she ignored my hand, stood up by herself and smoothed out her dress.
“Men.” She said in a voice more adult than her years. “So predictable.”
She looked up at me then. The flush on her cheeks was makeup. She gave me a look that told me that I had just helped the wrong person.
She smiled. Her teeth were filed to points. She made a quick movement towards me and I flinched. That made her laugh.
She spun around, crouched down on all fours, and with a sprinter’s grace, she ran out of the dog door.
I stood and watched the small door oscillate to a stop. I listened to the rain. After a few minutes, I went back to staring ahead and hoping someone from the business rush would buy a magazine.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 05:49 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 07:06 (UTC)see, you're so good...it flows so beautifully that i might be inclined to try. just for fun.
i had one once about a lamb/lab that morphed but it was long ago.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 07:14 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 07:24 (UTC)God I love this video.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 07:41 (UTC)So my idea was, what if a man was confronted with a symbol of innocence that needed immediate help and responded gallantly instinctually, without time to think. And then what would happen if that very girl that he saved chewed him out and made him feel like an utter fool for helping? I was going to go further and imagine that the whole event had been caught on some sort of American's Funniest Pranks or something like that and the announcer coming over and explaining to the man that it was just a joke that would soon air on television, the kid's an actor, here's a big cheque, sign this waiver, and no hard feelings. I was trying to imagine the roller coaster of emotions that would happen with those three things happening in rapid succession to a man who's life had become somewhat of an emotional flatline.
So I lost the hidden camera and the little girl doesn't really berate him in the way that I had intended but that was the germ.
Just in case you were interested. Maybe it ruins the story a little to get all the tiny little ingredients that made it happen. And maybe it's an overshare on other points as well. : )
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 19:55 (UTC)but the predator thing...that crosses all the boundaries. little girls, dudes looking for their "lost dog"...
humans can be such shapeshifters.
still, someone comes looking for safety, we open the door.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:11 (UTC)Funny, I never thought of her as a 'lost dog' but it totally fits.
Yeah, humans can shift shapes all over the place.
I like to believe that safety is what most people will instinctually offer but I'm sure many would disagree with me.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:13 (UTC)i guess it's the best we can do.
thanks for the video link. will check it!
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:22 (UTC)http://www.augustjakobsson.com/musicvideos/sigurros.mov
because, wow, i sure love it.
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Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:35 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Dec 2007 20:36 (UTC)