Cold air freezing my facial action and wind touching on my face softly. Looking at my right-hand side where believing in the origin of incoming traffic. One grey van is approaching steady and my decision on crossing the road after it gone forcing me staying and waiting. A sense of danger stepping out from my heart warning me step back the kerb when the grey van coming closer. Checking on any transports running nearer us when the grey van passing by. None car or motorcycle coming pushing me getting to another hills from the other side as soon as van passed.
When my feet reaching the other side, there is a moment for me to realise the journey to shop is nearly to the end. In front of me is a wooden stick with a series of metal poles sticking on the ground with a layer of red bricks. Giving options to pedestrian to choose, whether they want to carry on their route by stair that takes a short flat pavement to arrive and get on, or they could endure their route by getting on the small hill. My instant though on hill comes from a unscientific explanation on hurting my knee by walking up stairs. Therefore, my feet stepping on this flat hill.
Hill were quiet without people passing me. Next to my side is a wall of red bricks and a giant door for exit as stepping up on hill. Passing a giant window aside that is reflecting lighting inside a takeaway shop until reaches to the end where all these restaurant and shops are. Small architectural design of waterfall located opposite the residential building in a rounded square of shops and restaurants as well. This demonstrates an artistic area for locals eating out or chill down by sitting to well-design seats in front of waterfall. Shifting around, seeking my final destination, paces toward the shop with a clear direction and target of interview in my mind.
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Shop are welcoming with its giant window doors open as hugging me inside as entering in smoothly. Although visiting here a few time before for enoki mushroom or soy sauce, a sense of anxiety is wrapping my heart around and my heart is attempting to bouncing quickly for releasing the pressure from the anxiety. Location of the shop is great since it is really closed to my accommodation. Map in my brain are expanding with various ideas or questions such as what shops around to my lease ends on next month. As getting frustrated and impatient as map expanded mentally, ideas are less than questions and no solutions for the questions yet, my instinct rises up in middle to prevent anything generating mentally. Sudden pause in my brain allowed me to examine the environment perfectly. Eye scanning silently and patient as soon as passing through the window entrances. Although questioning the solidness or hardness of the windows, whether it would break if there are strong wind coming by, characters and languages on the products in shop attract my attention.
A plastic layered container with sweets or herbal candy is covering the cashier who is sitting down on the small wooden chair on his phone. Characters on the packaging supported my assumption on the herbal candy in the invisible plastic organiser. It seems to me that everything stays the same since last quick visit on the enoki mushroom. Stepping to the giant corner and the cashier notices me before standing up serving me. It was not the cashier who have told me the opening hours of the shop. Cashier is a touch and taller man when he straighten his body in front of me. Body and sex difference winds up my body back to stand rather than stepping forward. Fear is the word that describe my emotion now. My frustration on whether taking direct approach to the man is as twisted flames of red and black fires as in my heart. Courage from no-where suddenly flashing behind the twisted flames. It takes over my mind and pushing me forward by telling myself stop wasting time.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
