Creative
Writing
Susan
Who?
(A vignette)
Susan whose shoes
are often misplaced, travels to school regardless, with shattered
bottles lining cobblestone streets, as if an ordinance were not
in place. Somewhere in that foggy direction. . . Susan passes by
markets where people gather at midday hour, but sane ones at morning
rounds. Susan’s eyes of hazel divert the stares of people
who often mutter “Whose child is that?” and “Poor
girl, where are her shoes!” In response as if she paid such
close attention, grins and skips with dirt riddled feet.
Susan whose
face is piled with coal-like dirt and not a wimpy rag at home to
help her, her superiors grimace and persistently scrub at her face
with spare handkerchiefs. Peers or no, Susan is not truly seen by
the rest. Surprisingly chubby, she binges on available food. How
she maintains joy is witty! Susan who is artistically inclined,
is true. Susan who skips, knowing she travels personally taken as
art.
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