Soul Hostage
“After a bit, my eyes adjusted. My vision improved a little, but the sense of things being too bright remained. Muzak flowed through the air of the grocery store. I listened to the sound. Like so many works transformed to the generic, heartless Muzak form, it becomes unrecognizable. Despite, the tune’s lack of personality, it made me smile. I stood just inside the doorway of the SmartPrice Super Store with this stupid ass grin on my face until Stoaffer’s voice slapped me back to reality. ...“Thomas! Over here!” Louis stood in front of a carousel display of brightly-colored stuffed animals waving his arms trying to get my attention. The solemn expression plastered on his face was counteracted by the ten-inch purple gorilla with tiny red hat that peeked over his shoulder. I couldn’t completely stifle my guffaw, and the expression on Stoaffer’s face grew even more somber. As I walked toward him, I did my best to avoid eye contact and instead looked at the purple gorilla, the green and orange box of Fruity Pops breakfast cereal on the shelf to my left, the huge, pale woman with thin yellow hair in a blue, red, and yellow flower-print muumuu pushing the shopping cart down the aisle to the right, and whatever else I could find. When I was only a few feet from him, I had no choice but to meet at Stoaffer’s gaze. I found an expression not of anger, seriousness, or irritation. It was simply cold. “This way,”MoreLess
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