She began to run, but held the gifts far away from her body.

I packed my mini with the things I bought at the craft store, my new projects on my mind. I slammed the tailgate, stood straighter, and noticed a woman on the other side of the semi-crowded parking lot dressed in athletic clothes. She had a flushed complexion, a sheer layer of sweat covered her skin. She held her arms straight out in front of her. A gift tower with a tiny teal bow on top sat in her hands. Once out of the parking lot, she began to run, but held the gifts far away from her body.

I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and climbed into my car. I happened to head in the same direction of the runner. When I turned the corner, two children held open packages in their hands, had huge smiles on their faces, and hugged a sweaty woman in their arms.

He strutted by the front of my car.

I returned to my car after I purchased my hot breakfast coffee and noticed a handrail thin young man in a worn blue hoodie. The raindrops on my windshield didn’t obscure his droopy pants when he strutted by the front of my car. Smoke and steam billowed from his nostrils appearing like horns of a bull.

I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and glanced over my shoulder following his path. He hooked arms with a woman in a red cape.

He carries a peanut butter colored, 1970’s styled briefcase.

There’s a man I see every morning during my commute time. He carries a peanut butter colored, 1970’s styled briefcase. He’s usually dressed sharp and his path is determined. When he walks, it’s more like a march. When he runs, it’s more like a prance. He never moves his upper body.

I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and pulled into the local grocery store. I saw the man march up to a sign spinner. She had earphones and was wiggling to her own beat. He tapped her on the shoulder, their eyes met, and she kissed him on the cheek.

I think, I heard a whimper.

Monday morning, I was sitting and glancing through The Book Thief. I looked up to notice a woman teetering on velvet wrapped, black heeled boots. Her face reflected her discomfort. She huffed when she passed. I think, I heard a whimper.

I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and spotted a man behind the check-out counter. He smiled at the woman, she frowned. After she put the books down on the counter, he complimented her on her fashion sense. He appreciated her coordinated outfit.

She stood taller with her shoulders back and strutted out the store.