Friday, July 18, 2014

A Scene: The Mall

This is a little scene I wrote for an exercise for a college course. I realize it has to do with Christmas, but why not describe a winter-time scene in the middle of July?

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Image courtesy of Pinterest.

The two story building echoed the voices trying to speak over one another, trying to be heard over the strangers that bustled by. Cheerful Christmas music was being belched out of the speakers all around the shopping mall, adding to the noise.

A flurry of coats squeezed about, trying to purchase a particular toy, vying for the last carton of eggnog, or just trying to balance parcels as the carrier forced his or her way to the packed parking lot and attempt to locate their vehicle.

The mall was brightly decorated. Wreathes hung over a few stores, long ropes of green plastic meant to look something like a Christmassy streamer was wrapped around the rails of the second story, with big, bright red bows attached every so often. The once-glossy tile floor was now scuffed with marks made from shoes or boots.

The little stores within the mall were abuzz with business. The Bath & Bodyworks emitted an unintended concoction of perfume smells and lotions that made passersby grimace and try to hurry along. The pet store had little puppies yapping at potential buyers, and the parakeets scolded one another at the same time.

The clothing stores were filled with mostly females. They hold up shirts or dresses to themselves while standing before full-length mirrors or friends to give an opinion. The music continued to play throughout all the stores, everywhere one went he or she was followed by "Jingle Bells," "Baby It's Cold Outside," or "White Christmas." It was never ceasing.

The elevators were out of order, of course, so the escalators looked like rush hour on the roadways outside. The stairs on either side were more or less abandoned, frequented by a shopper who had to be somewhere in a hurry.

As evening drew nigh, the employees were growing tired. Their brains fried by counting out exact change, bagging items, saying "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" a thousand times over and then some. The shoppers slowly drained out of the mall as the sun began its descent. The parking lot was now one big traffic jam as cars tried to maneuver out of the lot.

Until finally, at 11:30 P.M., the employees shut down. Closed up their shops, collected their things, and trekked all the way to the farthest corner of the parking lot (in order to give customers choice of the closets spaces). And at midnight, the mall was a ghost town.


  1. Very interesting bit, Olivia. I love your imagery of all the bustle going on. Ever plan on turning this into something/adding it into a story somewhere?

    1. Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed. ^_^

      Ooh, I haven't thought of that. It's an interesting idea. :D


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