By Noon

The aisles had met traffic from early bird specialists interested in red tags and price cuts. The bins had been ransacked like the abyss of undergarments was somehow finite. The fitting rooms had accommodated all shapes and sizes. The numbers one to a hundred had been called. The cashiers’ smile and upbeat greeting had faded. And there was not much left to do except anticipate multiple returns and lost receipts. Damn blowout!

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DISTANT LANDS | December 25, 2007

It used to be face-to-face.  From house to house.  On the block.  Down to and around the corner.  Elders summoned youngsters to offer new visions.  Youngsters partook and sought advice from them.  Local worlds (r)evolved through the exchange of words.  They still do – except today we text from distant lands.  Hours of conversation captured on a telephony screen.

~ by xicapina on December 26, 2007.