12 June 2012
Did she thought she was beautiful in that emaciated body? Or was she just obliged to live in it; well saying that she was alive would be overdoing it, or worse glorifying it but she was breathing, that was enough. As long as she could keep her spot on the line, first on the line, just before a morbidly obese gay couple. They were nice she said to herself, as they chatted to her and complimented her; she didn't see their mocking looks as she picked at her 300 calorie sushi pack and her chunky acai berry drink, she had to eat once for the day she told herself, as she had to stand up all day in the bursting sun-holding her parasol, waiting for gates to open. She had her long pattern platform boots on that she had been wearing all the time to practice running fast enough to guarantee front-row center. She said, when all was over; that it was worth it, doing the same 3 days in a row he was able to recognize her, reaching for her hand always instead of a million other..
She didn't know he thought her a dying patient, and his attention was amongst her last wishes.
Evelyn, 2009 • Opuss № I