Thursday, March 28, 2019
A Girl Named Lisa :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay
A Girl Named Lisa I was working in the seafood department one twenty-four hour period when I saw them...well, her actually. I wondered what her name was. She was about 13 or 14 years old, maybe a bit more, but for sure not old enough to drive yet, or maybe she was. She was with her family, I think...no, I assume. Her father (I assume) was the big guy with a red cincture on his waist and a jacket with a yin-yang patch on the front right side of it and it was black. The jacket, I mean. Her mother (I assume) was there too, and...I dont regard as anything at all about her. There was another kid there, junior than her, and I assumed it was her brother. She was beautiful. Not in the gorgeous model mien or the cute puppy way but in the bearing of beauty that just is, Platos beauty, you know? And I dont know why or how but when I saw her I got a feeling care when you know somethings going to happen but you dont know what but you tidy sum just tell but it wasnt love. Sorta like butte rflies but higher and stronger. perchance butterflies on steroids. And the feeling stayed, sort of an anticipation. And she went away and I went to work, but I happened to look across the store towards the milk, and she was there. And she looked at me. No, not at me. It was like. . .like when youre parkway over a familiar stretch of road and you know it so well that you just stare straight ahead and almost forget youre driving. It was like she knew me. It was like she was me. And then she turned down the cookie gangboard and was gone. It had been over a year, and I still hadnt seen her in the store. I frankly didnt know what Id say if I saw her, but I move to imagine it. I saw her father (I assume) every week in the store, the same red sash, the same yin-yang jacket, as he bought fruit and bollock and bread and beer and toilet paper. just he neer bought fish. And I never said anything to him, and he never noticed me or said Hi. But she noticed me. She knew me. And one day, I knew she would be in the store again, and I would see her standing by the milk, and she would see me standing by the frozen(p) fish.
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