Karen could of screamed in ecstatic pleasure if not for the realization that the loud hum of the street streetcleaner.

Mall Walk 4

Karen's head immediately calcified,  grew moldy and started to cave in on itself like a July pumpkin.  The greenish grey lump that was once Karen's head now pulsated across the carpet.  " all I ever wanted to be was a member of the PTA and spend my mornings drinking vodka out of a water bottle with the rest of the stroller pushing women of the lower upper class" when her husband , that born loser had convinced her that competing in the Mall Walk was a good idea. "Oh, we could get that new Cadillac Nogollade Supreme Series Dazzle" with the winnings he had said. Now Karen was going to have to make it to the finish line (Sharper Image) as a rotton loaf of Ezekiel bread. A small boy only wearing what appeared to be burial linens ran past , almost slipping on Karen. He was carrying an Urn with the Logo of the Dallas Cowboys adorning it. No doubt , he had stolen it from the 'Customize Your Own Urn' kiosk located outside of The Footlocker. 

The boy was observed on security cameras as he sprinted past. One camera swerving to keep pace with him.

Juan had been working mall security for over a decade now. Initially his wife had been on his case as she knew that with the coming of their second child , the wages of a mall security guard would not be enough to get them out of their one bedroom apartment. The Varrio they lived in had been less than peaceful with nightly gunfire signaling bedtime, as it meant midnight was nearing.  Well, this all changed when the "boss" ( Juan never actually met him) offered him a set contract salary to stay with the mall indefinitely.  The pay was increased yearly. The out offered , provided Juan the ability to pick up and move his family to the upscale predominantly Asian American suburbs in the hills right about this very mall. 

A random occurrence on the level of the 'Burial Boy' as he had been dubbed by security forces,  could possibly jeopardize Juan's cushy position. With his wife currently on her 8th pregnancy,  he couldn't possibly lose this coveted job. Even if he had to don 'the Suit' himself . 

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I draw my creative writing energies from getting stabbed , rando gas station altercations, sinking my car in a lake , my love of cats and a heart-felt fascination with the shopping malls of my youth. I also randomly break the fourth wall in real life.

Life in the kali yuga
Life in the kali yuga

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