The Glass Box

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About a nineteen year old girl...

Submitted: June 26, 2018

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“The Glass Box”

 

She worked in

a glass box

able to see

all the uniformed

lines of gas

pumps

in front of

her,

most people

never even

bothered

to come up

to her window

in less they

were

paying in cash

or buying some

of the outdated

snacks

sold out of

the fifteen

lockable

refrigerated coolers

carrying everything

from Cokes to

condoms

both of which

come in various

shapes and

sizes,

she liked her

little universe

here

a solo act

that let her

add her own

soundtrack

to it

today

it’s the

“DEAD KENNEDYS”

reverberating

off the inside

of her glass

walls,

not really needing

to hear the

words

most people say

when they do

talk to her

just a nod

of her head

towards the

LED display

when they mouth

the words

“How Much?”

as she then

runs their card

and sends them

quickly on their

way,

she does have

her admirers

at nineteen

and not in

school

some guys

see her as

a lost soul

not understanding

she’s right where

she wants to

be right now

not that being

able to play

loud Punk music

in a soundproof

room

was what she

wanted out of

life

but right now

it just seems

to fit

she starts her

day

at 6:00am

and can still

catch

plenty of sun

when she gets

off

at 1:00pm,

she gives the

volume control

a twist to

the right

turning it up

as loud as

it can go

when

“Holiday in Cambodia”

starts to play

her body

taken over by

the raw Punk

sound

as she puts

her bouncy

style of dance

on display

behind the glass

everything about

her

all moving in

different directions

as he stood

there

her back to

him

as he was

taking in the

moment

of beauty

youth

and music

all blended

into one

till her head

jerks in the

direction

of the front

window

where she sees

a twenty something

guy

standing there

who got lost

in her moves,

smiling to herself

as she sees

instant disappointment

sweep across his

face

as her body

comes to a

stop

and she turns

towards him,

his mouth

not moving

as he looks

through the

glass

her chest rising

as a bead

of sweat

makes its way

down her forehead

she gives him

a nod

hoping to prompt

him

to speak

he pushes two

fives

and a ten

into the metal

box

between them

she takes out

the money

still waiting to

hear

what it’s for

she has to

give him a

shrug

of her shoulders

to break him

away

from tracking

that bead of

sweat

still moving down

her forehead,

“twenty on three please”

he says

his voice cracking

as the words

finally come out

she gives him

a thumbs up

along with her

standard

thank you smile

for his effort,

he lingers for

a second

unable to think

of anything witty

to say

walks back to

his car

and pumps his

gas

her body still

moving

in his mind

as she turns

the volume control

to the left

just so she

can turn it

all the way

up again

for her next

favorite song…

 

Tom Allen…06-23-2018…


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