Be Still
Several Limes 9:00 am. I walk through the automatic doors. To my right is the Subway attached to Walmart. It always smells like stale bread. Ahead is the Women’s Apparel. I pass swiftly by, pushing ahead of the Sunday Night Football crowd. Tonight is some sort of big game. I never cared much for sports. Never cared much for anything. To my right, rows of young boy’s shirts and shorts fly by in a blur. I reach the end of the aisle and turn left. Ahead are Children’s Toys, Outdoor Necessities, and Electronics. I walk past various garden supplies and turn right into Electronics. The people I pass are already annoyed with me. I am carrying very heavy and bulky cargo, of which sticks out from under my arm and prods unsuspecting shoppers. I understand. I can be annoying. I move through the Electronics labyrinth, until I find my treasure at the end. A large tub stands before me- plastic but sturdy. Electric blue with the Walmart logo laid sideways across its circular torso. The body is transparent. And inside, hundreds of movies, like leaves piled on top of each other. A metal sign sticks out from the center- “$5 DVD Classics- Unbeatable Prices”. I set my easel down, and my canvas on top. My hand reaches inside my bag and pulls out some core 90
