A SHORT STORY ABOUT PERSPECTIVE

I was running an errand in a retail store yesterday, and while I was at the cash register, I struck up a conversation with the cashier.

“Anything new and exciting?” I asked.

She gave a knee-jerk response, “Not really.”

I persisted, “Really? Nothing new or exciting going on?”

She looked at me, and I felt our eye contact crack her.

“Well, it’s not something you’d probably consider exciting, but it’s something new. I talked to my brother this morning and he told me his cancer is back…. That’ll be $6.75”, she said, as she snapped back into work mode.

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YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE FEMALE TO FUCKING FEEL THINGS

This is me.

This is my day.

This is how I feel.

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This is what happens when I say goodbye to someone I love I won’t see for a while, and this face is how I define the thoughts I think inside.

This is me after boarding a bus in a cold grey station, alone and emotional.

This is me a few hours back with pain in my eyes and a desire to capture the fresh hurt in my heart, to remember today, to celebrate an occasion where life felt alive again, a moment when every ache sang in a unique and beautiful way.

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