Free Writing
The cashier looked at me with cold, hard, hating eyes. Clearly this wasn’t his choice for a job.
“May I help you?” His deep voice mixed with his acned face twisted into a grim frown. I handed him my item; a shirt for my father. He grabbed it and put it into a bag.
“No,no,no.” I corrected him, “I want it gift wrapped.” He gave a loud groan, like I was killing him, and turned around to the gift wrapping area of the counter. After a few minutes of ajusting and gearing himself for some real work, her turned to me: “What color?” He asked.
Hmmm… I pondered this decision. If I get blue my father would know I’m upset, not working, and guyless. If I chose green I would just be trying to cover it up. And red would just cause my father to try and calm my emotions.
“Green.” I finally spoke to the teenager, who’s eye had glazed over with boredom. He began to remove green from the roll above his head.
“No, blue. I change my mind” I pointed to the next roll.
“Fine.” He put the green back.
“No! Red!” I screamed, startling the kid and a few grownups.
“Ok ma’am what color do you really want?” He asked
“I don’t know…” I whispered
this was clever for being made up on the spot. good work
hehe, i like this one. (:
xox ellie.
Your descriptive images are wonderful. Keep it up.
Thanks you!!!