Panick rises like lava in the young boy as he realizes his sisters shoes are gone from the spot he left them at the market. They are no longer between the crates of vegetables right out side the store in which he went to purchase potatoes. His face goes from a faint smile to utter terror at his realization of their absence. His eyes become wide and his lips clamp closely together.
Spinning around in his spot he pushes various light wooden crates full of various vegetables out of the way. Carrots go one way, while tomatoes go the other. It is clear that the lava inside him is getting hotter with each passing minute he is shoeless.
Suddenly a booming voice comes from above the boy. He glances up in his search to see the store manager, livid that his crates of vegetables have been upset.
Shouts of, "Get away", "Stop touching my food" erupt from the manager and bring more terror to the already distraught boy.
He attempts to continue to franticly look for the shoes, still throwing vegetables out of the way but is stopped by the return of the still fuming store manager.
He appears again, now with a wooden broom in hand. The boy knows he is in danger of getting hit so skirts around the man's feet, barely missing the swing of the broom.
Still shoeless and upset he sprints home, terrified of what his mother is going to say when he returns without the shoes she sent him out with.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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