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saccharine_curio) wrote2009-05-18 12:05 am
saccharine_curio) wrote2009-05-18 12:05 am
Entry tags:
mundanity
Written on a whim at 10 this morning. I leave out details on purpose.
It's 7 am, and not one person in the crowd has a smile on their face. They're all clones of each other; black-and-grey-suited men and women, making their way to a job they resent and don't want.
But whatever puts food on the table.
The crowd moves as one unit, the streets packed tight with people. Across the road, a loner stands, and he's a breath of fresh air. He's decked out from top to toe in bright colours.
He'd almost be an eyesore if it weren't for the fact that he's the only colour for miles.
The loner is leaning against the side of a building; a concrete bank, reminiscent of the 60's. The drips forming at either side of the window frames make it look like the building is crying.
The crowd has gone, replaced with another. Endless groups of suited people on their way to do something, be something. The loner stands up straight and heads for the other side of the road.
When he reaches the crowd, a loud noise flares, causing everyone to stop. It's some kind of shrieking. Another figure moves; another brightly coloured person, this time a girl. She's holding a megaphone.
She hands it to the loner, who raises it to his mouth.
"Firstly, I just want to tell you people that you make me sick," the loner says, voice amplified through the megaphone, "and that I feel very sorry for all of you."
The people are all stopped, confused. Wondering why this kid is taking their time but unable to move away.
Curiosity killed the cat.
"How long have you all been doing the same thing every day? Home, work, home. Repeat ad infinitum. So, my friend here and I, we're gonna change that. Something you'll never forget."
The loner looks to his friend, and she smirks. She leans forward, kissing him square on the mouth.
A voice in the crowd, now in a half-circle around the happenings of the two people, speaks up.
"A kiss? Is that it?"
The loner smirks.
"I was wondering when one of you would speak. No, the kiss is not it. The kiss is just a goodbye between friends. What you will see-"
The two figures, boy and girl, look at each other, and grab each other's hands.
"Is this."
Gunshots.
The loner boy is hit first, his whole body falling forwards as his body falls to his knees. The girl, next to him, does the same.
The silence is deafening until the crowd starts screaming.
It's 7 am, and not one person in the crowd has a smile on their face. They're all clones of each other; black-and-grey-suited men and women, making their way to a job they resent and don't want.
But whatever puts food on the table.
The crowd moves as one unit, the streets packed tight with people. Across the road, a loner stands, and he's a breath of fresh air. He's decked out from top to toe in bright colours.
He'd almost be an eyesore if it weren't for the fact that he's the only colour for miles.
The loner is leaning against the side of a building; a concrete bank, reminiscent of the 60's. The drips forming at either side of the window frames make it look like the building is crying.
The crowd has gone, replaced with another. Endless groups of suited people on their way to do something, be something. The loner stands up straight and heads for the other side of the road.
When he reaches the crowd, a loud noise flares, causing everyone to stop. It's some kind of shrieking. Another figure moves; another brightly coloured person, this time a girl. She's holding a megaphone.
She hands it to the loner, who raises it to his mouth.
"Firstly, I just want to tell you people that you make me sick," the loner says, voice amplified through the megaphone, "and that I feel very sorry for all of you."
The people are all stopped, confused. Wondering why this kid is taking their time but unable to move away.
Curiosity killed the cat.
"How long have you all been doing the same thing every day? Home, work, home. Repeat ad infinitum. So, my friend here and I, we're gonna change that. Something you'll never forget."
The loner looks to his friend, and she smirks. She leans forward, kissing him square on the mouth.
A voice in the crowd, now in a half-circle around the happenings of the two people, speaks up.
"A kiss? Is that it?"
The loner smirks.
"I was wondering when one of you would speak. No, the kiss is not it. The kiss is just a goodbye between friends. What you will see-"
The two figures, boy and girl, look at each other, and grab each other's hands.
"Is this."
Gunshots.
The loner boy is hit first, his whole body falling forwards as his body falls to his knees. The girl, next to him, does the same.
The silence is deafening until the crowd starts screaming.