If this photo could tell a 1000 words. it could speak of the things in front of our eyes. Because it’s not a mystery they are dressed from another time. if this wasn’t Los Angeles, Nicole would had second thoughts, as to wonder why?
But looking at the photo it felt as if, they were questioning her the viewer. Asking questions like. What’s so special about us? you and your Victorian steampunk friends. Traveling to one underground night club , with feet that travel like the light of speed. Gulping , down green liqueur that once was illegal before any of our parents times.
But, you question me and my appearance because we dress like this in the day time. and you your friends work your nine to five jobs. dressed like carbon copies of want you so revolt against. yet, you watch me, ask me and my children to pose. for you. because we’re different. So, you can post our photos on all your social networking accounts.
Ha- Ha! I’ am, sure you and all in your elitist friends. Friends , you all once swore you were for people. “Well, I’am the people, my kids are the people.It’s us being left out. and begging get into the modern world’. We, road on the road in on the same ticket as you. Be birth,
are listening to me?Nicole!”
Nicole, threw her phone down for being in a fright. But, the power of panic that she felt thinking she broke the screen on her newest smart phone. Left her with the curiosity to peek at the photo quickly.Seeing that the phone was intact.
She summed up the incident, as she did in fact go out to an underground nightclub, in an in abandoned loft in downtown Los Angeles. And she didn’t really care for absinthe. But, last night she had. She was just happy to be out with boyfriend Josh who had been away working feverishly on a case at the law office. So, when he offered the shot and her friends chimed in she joined them . She , would never want them to accused of pier pressure. she thought. as she looked at the picture one more. While looking she got spooked and delete it from her photos.
“ Gone” she confirmed #hastag “The Others” was still in her head. Though she thought to herself it was still funny. Besides, the photo got a lot of re-posts and comments from her friends.
“Oh, well. Sorry creepy dude” she whispered getting up for some water. Perhaps, the rumors of the effects of hallucination of the green stuff. was turn. If so she need to flush it out.
walking into kitchen as she loosen the tight bun on head. to a confortable messy bun.It felt good to let her hair loose. as she filled a glass with lemon water.
But, she became spooked as the cold glass sip from hands to the tiled floor. She heard that man’s voice in the photo calling her name out in a ghostly voice.
Nicole, tip toed over the shatter glass and spilled water with her heart pounding and her mouth going dry with fear.. As her eyes widely looking and she was too scared to verbally respond. As she looked around the living room and saw nothing.
Without any thought she took a deep breath and exhaled relief. as she sat at Josh’s desk and turned on his computer. She check her phone to be sure the picture was deleted and the picture was gone. She breathe just a better.. As she enter the password in the computer.
And without warning she literally fell backwards in the chair as the photo of what she coined the creepy others stared back her. The little girl with a welcoming smile. the little boy confused at the attention. all normal expressions, except for their style of dress and the weather was so cold for march. But, the father stared and he glared. she noticed, as she push the chair to side, without bothering to pick up. She stay lowed to ground holding on to desk and looking at the screen like a toddler or child discovering something.
She wanted to reach the keyboard to log off But, the ghost yelled stop. She could feel a feel something pressing her chest to stop her from moving forward. \\
“I want you look at us , take a good look .” it said
Tears, began to fall from her eyes from fear of not understanding what was happening. She had become terrified and speechless as motionless picture spoke to her mentally.
“ Before, you humiliated me and family for your college kid humor. Did, you think once, who, I was? What I was? Why we were dressed the way we were? Before you renamed my shame.
A shame of a man in new a country, who came for job and lost it. As.I try to keep my family going on radhishings of food banks and the kindness of friends. I wouldn’t dare tell my family back home. That, we dress ourselves up in thrift store clothes for need.. To appear modern and not out place. We try desperately to walk with our heads held high. Until someone like you. Someone careless like you. You and your friends who parade on streets, steering poor people’s emotional to hopeful. But, Leaving them trampled, after you left the streets littered with your cries.
Because, you had to finish college, or get a new shiny pricings. that left your back account overdrawn. it was because of actions like that , that the real protest rang. . While, the real casualties of it all> Have suck it and moved on.
So, why do poke fun at us and post our shame for all to laugh. I’am sure you all feel better for you lack. humanity and common sense. Are you Listening to me Nicole!”
Having enough, Nicole found the nerve to log off. she wouldn’t turn the computer on until Josh came home.When he came home she would have him erase the photos. If she could , or if she wasn’t afraid she would do it.
Regardless, of everything that was happening. Also despite her shaking and Uncontrollable crying.She still wasn’t sure was it all real. Feeling thirsty , She stood up to go to kitchen she reached to loosen her loosen tight bun, into a comfortable messy bun.It felt good to let her hair loose. as she filled a glass with lemon water.
But, she became spooked as the cold glass sip from hands to the tiled floor. She heard that man’s voice in the photo calling her name in a ghostly voice.
©LeahJlyn05/30/13
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I’am sure this needs to be edit. I will be back later to do that. I just like the challenge and today would be the only time I had to devote to it. So , thanks WordPress, I like these types of prompts
