Observable Universe

Observable Universe

A Story by Christoph Poe

With eyes unworthy of judging, I started towards a man I knew little about, if anything more than the fact his fingernails were painted black orange, and his straight hair fried of a curling iron. He seemed solemn enough for an approaching stranger. He laughed at a mother struggling to keep her ubiquitous child, a mere 3 feet tall, at grip and begging refutably for an expensive toy. He didn't seem to mind the screaming child, and instead optimistically took his business to another department.

I followed him into the men's clothing, where he surprisingly looked upon apparel I thought he'd never wear. The few men who ventured for clothes vanished elsewhere, and within moments, he was the only one standing there with a plaid button-up shirt in hand. He checked the size, then the price.

I froze in my tracks, my arms leaned carelessly across a hidden rack of socks, as I starred down into nothingness. Too close for me to observe, I left him standing there stretching his jaw. Leaving him alone might have been best.

Moving on to the real reason I ventured to the mall, I came across another fellow in the electronics isle. "What brings you here?" I asked.

With his arms crossed in question,

(To Be Cont'd)

© 2013 Christoph Poe

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Christoph Poe
This is just being used to save this off of my phone. You're more than welcomed to let me know how you feel about what I have so far, but I won't be sending out read requests until its finished. Thanks for viewing!

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Added on May 8, 2013
Last Updated on May 8, 2013
Tags: Obervable, universe, time, stereo-type, judging, wip, mall, shopping, book, by, its, cover


Christoph Poe
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