Shopping Centre Description
You begin to see the shopping centre in the distance. Its light displays flash out to your car like a lighthouse, beckoning all the ships to her nearby port. The parking lot that approaches is a sea of black asphalt filled with many coloured and sized fish. You realize that your car will soon become part of this wide ocean. Of this port that buzzes with different cultures, of adventure, of an indescribable mystery.
You pass through one of the many different main doors and you find yourself in the clothes section in the department store,
Passing a boutique you can smell the perfumes invade your nostrils and then suddenly, you sneeze. Up ahead of you your eyes meet those of the cleaning lady.
The cleaning lady who day after day does her job, she’s invisible and you have barely managed to catch a glimpse of her. You try to find her again but she’s not there, she has become invisible again, lost in the multitude.
The smell of quesadillas compels you to head to the food court. A million odors invade you, but only one matters to you, that of the quesadillas. As you put it in your mouth you feel that the resistance to the other smells has been worth it. The tortilla slowly melts in your mouth and the salsa heats up your nostrils and you feel miniscule drops of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.
You have to go now, your parents dragging you along, anxious to escape the array of noises that invade their ears. Girls, you see them like a pack of lionesses, hunting for the newest thing in the world of fashion. Something worthy of their ooo’s and aah’s. Meanwhile you see the boys near the fountain with skateboards in hand. Each trying to surpass the other’s trick and then all of a sudden you’re out, back to the black ocean where you’ll find your ship and return home. Where sooner or later, you will long to be back to this world of sounds, smells, and sights.
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