I wrote this while I was waiting for Daddy and my sister to come out of a store yesterday. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it, if anything. I would love to hear your thoughts!
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Curled up on her little seat, Karen watched the sea of faces ebbing in and out before her, searching in vain for one that she recognized.
So many faces! So many strangers! the shy side of the twenty-two year old made her shrink from interaction, even that of mere sight. Protected by a makeshift shelter, she mentally separated the people into groups. A family of four, likely shopping for dinner, walked through the parking lot with Grandpa and Grandma. The adults talked happily as they went, while the little ones rode in the cart.
A tired other with a four year old in her arms and an eight year old by her side. Her husband walked just behind her, a cell phone to his ear. His smile was completely opposite of her look of exhaustion.
A man of 50, his hair silvered and his shoulders bowed, walked by the side of a young man of 17. Likely his son, the two bore no resemblance to each other. The dark wavy hair and the broad features of the younger, contrasted with the sharp chiseled bones and straight hair of the older man. Dark glasses hid his eyes completely, while the pale eyes of the father ran from place to place with amazing speed.
Karen’s own bright eyes continued to scan over the pedestrians, once these had disappeared. Still, any search for a familiar face proved vain. Her heat constricted and she sighed for sheer loneliness. After all, what were the odds that she would randomly see someone that she knew in the middle of a busy parking lot?
An elderly couple walked laughingly by, carrying their two small grandsons. One about a year, the other perhaps three, the little ones were evidently the joy and treasures of their grandparents.
A young couple walked hand in hand. Though probably in their thirties, they had no children. They went to the doorway of the store, only to return to their car, obviously in search of a forgotten object. The husband searched, while the wife waited, the wind lightly blowing at her long brown hair. A moment and the two were walking again, once more hand in hand.
To the KING be all the glory!