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A New ExperienceThe aroma of a thousand perfumes attacked Stanley Robert's nose as he strode down the isle, searching for a section he'd never looked for before. Behind him a girl followed, her pace one of a prisoner being led to execution. Their expressions were matching grimaces of horror as they paraded through the maze of shelves, each one carefully averting their eyes from one another. Finally they came to an abrupt halt, their destination only a few feet away.Before the man and girl were shelves and isles that were distinctly feminine. Violent shades of pink and red dotted the merchandise, mixed in with softer pastels and a generic grouping of white and tan. Women were the only to be found wandering the section, some seeming boldly indifferent to their surroundings while others seemed to be attempting invisibility. Any men that walked by either lingered in a fascinated sort of awe or hurried on their way with a sudden urgency. Only Stanley remained, his whole face stiff, as if waiting to be amb
An Impossible GoalSome people want to grace the stage with their presence and give a performance to be remembered for eternity. Some want to be famous, to have their name cheered by millions and have fans to spare. Others want to be left alone to create their own perfect, solitary world.Some want money with no limit or restriction like an open bank account just waiting to be emptied. Some want things like toys or clothes, more materials to create an artificial joy.Some want a partner in life. They want a person to share their secrets and to smother them with love. Some want people that aren't there anymore, and others are tortured by the fact that the aren't wanted by their crush.Some want to go places, or see things far away. They want to ride an elephant, or explore a cave thousands of miles from their home. Some want to sit on a beach at sunset, or to see the ocean for the first time.Some want to save the world and all of its occupants. They want to create world peace and solve global hung
The Answering MachineJust as the sun was starting to rise a man came slowly down the street. His skin was wrinkled and folded with age, sagging around his eyes and mouth like a basset hound with no fur. He was hunched slightly, his hand holding tightly to a sturdy wooden cane that helped the hobbling footsteps stay balanced. As he passed a few other early birds waved to him, greeting him by name in a pattern so familiar it felt like it had gone on for forever.He did not stop, only smiled a crooked smile at his acquaintances and kept walking. This was not unusual, and the people continued with what they were doing without another thought about it. The man had walked by them every day for years, and though his path had brought him new people every so often, he remained a constant on the street.Few knew what drove him to stumble from his home so early and walk clear to the drug store three blocks away. Some whispered about his motivation, suggesting things that made little sense. A seldom few knew the real