Short Short Stories 1

Well besides the occasion short stories, dream posts and other weird shit I can think of I also have short short stories. Note for post purposes short short stories can also include reject short story paragraphs. This one is of a coincidence I happened to observe on my way to the library. It's a bit odd a little dabbling in 2nd-person, and really doesn't make any sense.

The first thing you would have noticed, is she had shorter legs than you, or walked fewer steps or just slower. Not that you would have thought that, just you were overtaking her, on the sidewalk eventually brushing by and staring back again at the end of the path you were planning to reach in record time. That would be it, now you think, but perhaps if you weren’t so uptight about the places you absolutely must be at This time, you may have drifted to the women you passed by. But it’s too late, she’s already behind you and looking back will only make you look paranoid, so you think of the back of her. But what memories thought happily secreted into the comfy corner it once resided you dragged out into the unforgiving scrutiny of your thoughts aren’t happy. Unhappy memories now unfaithful, giving you a sultry peek at what you missed, before sneaking in with laughing toss never to show more.

And what glimpse is generic. Utterly basic. So what was it? Red hair, a black and white criss-cross women’s jacket (you forget their proper name) and black pants that reveal the slim legs that all women seem to have.

So what?

Yah that is a question, so what. It isn’t a person you know, not very interesting could be anyone, anything if you think about how much it matters. And it was just a person’s back; everyone’s back is the same utterly neutral without a face to set it up. So yes do let go if you wish, it was just a curious prodding anyways into your life.

So you continue on this suburban suburb walking by eager to reach the shining towers of the real urban play to which this story is meant to end, passing by as you go. You see another woman, coming from the other end, you may find the courage to give a hello, a quick smile even if your nerves can hold, or you may not. It doesn’t matter at all any greeting for she just stares straight ahead in atypical grumptious look those middle-aged women who are too young to be venerated and so thought as judgmental bitches. She doesn’t judge you though, you’re non-existent in her world but because I say you notice her. You may not care, you got places to be, but then it’s the 2^nd person you saw but never met, so you take a quick peek behind your back. Don’t worry she won’t look back and think you’re paranoid. You don’t exist in her world remember?

So you look. What do you see?

Red hair, a criss-cross black jacket and black slimming pants.

Now it’s not like you should have seen this coincidence now would you?

You would have looked at her plus a bonus of a face, and the clothes she wore; they don’t change much from front to back. But you wouldn’t have noticed then; the first woman was already shelved into your ordinary fluff section of your memory.

How’s that eh, both women look just the same from their backs and your brain now finding a link’s probably putting the same bitchy face on both backs if you ever thought about them again. But here’s the kicker, think, you passed the first women from behind, and passed the second from the front. You can imagine that they will cross paths, from each other, the bitchy one definitely won’t see, but the first just maybe, and the first perhaps takes a peek behind her to see the red hair, black and white criss-cross, black pants. She may not realize it just then may not realize it anyways, but maybe when she has found her destination, have finally cleared the hurried need to reach just find a quizzical oddness in her journey that something was about it but she just doesn’t know what. But you did at least, those two women whom you conjoined by their backs, were one and the same, a thing to think about in your walk.