WitchyGypsy.com

Posted by Layla Winterborne on Monday, 15 February, 2010 @ 2:08 pm

Is there a reason why this woman must speak so loudly of her children as she walks them around and around this small business space? The children cry as their stroller loops around once, twice, three times as she continues to titter excitedly into her bluetooth. “Shut up, Carter!” She cries.

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Red hair. Not fiery nor mousy. She’s dressed as though planning for a ski trip, though I can’t imagine skiing with such large hoops in my ears. Her speech is slow and languid as she complains loudly of this assignment and that assignment, her date from the night before overpowering her work at hand. Annoying, annoying, annoying peppers the conversation as she claims that her procrastination is not her fault. “I’ve just been so busy!” She exclaims as she hurriedly brushes her perfect hair away from her stress furrowed face. “It just seems that everyone is having a birthday or getting married at the same time. I just don’t see how professors expect us to keep up with all of this work!”

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Your face stands out, sour, amongst the sea of smiling women. Laughter, Thank You’s, and clapping hands echo throughout the theatre and yet my eye is pulled toward the anger in your face. Arms and legs crossed in a way which separates you from the world. Jane, your feelings seem so hurt by positive criticism.