adventures at market place

i was driving through the night, a dark night, the sky and moon covered by gloomy clouds, no light from the moon, just from the buildings and cars that i was driving past, wondering about where i should i go, and how i could get there. it seemed too expensive to pay for the kind of growth i wanted, but i questioned if the alternative, the cheap, quick alternative, would provide adequate (not comparable) guidance. i worried about where the money would come from for either option. and Fear rode with me, a companion on the journey.

as Fear and i discussed what i should do, i decided that i needed a distraction, so i stopped for a drink. at market place i decided that a Jones would provide me something to sip on as Fear and i worried together. but somewhere along the journey between the beverage aisle and the register, Fear was drug off, bound and gagged by a far more menacing companion, and somehow i missed the muffled screams of my old partner from behind the cereal boxes and cookies.

at the register, i stood behind some lady, and she fumbled with her wadded cash, paying for her items. she looked not too old, but worn, defeated by the few years she knew. she dropped a 20 dollar bill, it glided to the floor, completely unnoticed by her, or the man with her, who i'd assume was her husband.

as my eyes were transfixed by the bill, Greed tickled my ear with its ideas of what to do. long had my real need for money vanished from my mind, and he was all that remained. i saw it, and watched it, entertaining the ideas that Greed had. i didn't even know what i would do with it, but that i could use it. as the guy with the lady asked for cigarettes, i uttered no word, no syllable, to attract their attention to the abandoned bill. finally, as something reminded me of what was right, i said, "excuse me," but was unheard. so i stooped down, lifted the note, and handed it to the lady, saying, "i think you dropped this."

she said to her friend, "that doesn't happen every day."