AlpHeratz

 

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This is a story that is not fiction    

    Her left index finger hovered over the screen

Whole Foods        O

Kohls                    O

the magnetic field intensified bringing it into her field of vision. The circle on her hand screen turned dark

Kohls it was.

    

    He had spent the night before imagining scenarios of clashes with women he thought should keep their mouths shut and sometimes needed to learn a lesson braided with little blonds and brunets tangled with any child looking at him. The world had gone bonkers in the last few years and now he could have his leave and prowl in what ever he liked. At 6'1", hovering over the women he hated in their spaces as he gawked in the shadows waiting for the little prey to walk by had extra flare. 

Women's shoes were uncomfortable so he wore his well worn athletic shoes. His hair was long and thin on top so he capped himself off with what he fantasized a country girl would wear, a fake-worn caramel coloured leatherish cowboy hat tied up at the sides. His shirt and skirt were different patterns that had no rhyme or reason. He was a walking joke that would have been funny if he hadn't been a predator with free rein because of political kindness.  

He craved conflict just as much as a conversation with a child that he would embellish in his mind later, when he was alone.  

    

    These days when she went out it was with no fuss in mind. The world had gone bonkers in the last few years and the powers that be seemed to think sexual predators didn't need to hide anymore and were lauded as long as they wore a skirt. Her jeans were non descript, her shirt was a grey v-neck t-shirt, her belt was metal free so she could come and go in some areas without stopping. Her shoes were all terrain with tread for rocks, tied tightly to her feet for easy to movement. Her personal bag, a small pouch, the colour of golden pecan wood she threw over her head so it crossed her body, no fuss in mind.

    

    He had been browsing the women's section, printed rayon shirts that a woman would wear to try and add an artificial flavor to a dull life while hiding the rolls of societal anxiety layered with skirts and slacks, as it was right next to the children's clothing and toy sections. 

"38 year oldish woman, denim shirt, ironed, with under shirt, helmet hair most likely coloured darker=won't rock boat. Little girl, 6 ish, bright pink hoody, moves around a lot=curious, not afraid of attention"

He stalks from rows and corners and a ways a way, the bright pink hoody is easy to spot. The mom and bright pink hoody start moving, no longer looking. He grabs a piece of clothing nearby as he maneuvers his way to be next to the little girl in the bright pink hoody who is active and curious and her mom, that will keep her head down as to not be seen. 

    The woman in the non descript jeans and grey v-neck t-shirt scanned the department store as she entered, too many clothes stacked upon each other on the left, shelving units to clutter the space in front of her, workers, shoppers...man in dress at five till, checkout counters to the left. She moved swiftly towards the back of the store where she had recalled the Amazon return area, she smiled as she thought, "that's how I would do it, 'easy Amazon returns, part of their client list is yours now, free get them in your store'." A quick glance not finding what she was looking for she moved towards the left of the back of the store, past the pajamas, picture frames, and door mats, around to the toys and there he was again, pretending to peruse in a skirt, he knows she's there. She walked past and meandered what looked like aimlessly as she recalculated her vector slowing her pace moving towards then past the checkout lines and she turned...

one lady NPC next up

Mom and girl with bright pink hoody

Man in skirt

NPC

NPC

She glides into line 

he doesn't notice she's in in line yet

He cocks his head to the side, tries to soften his shoulders...

Sexual predator man in an artificially raised voice, 

..."blah, blah, blah, I'm transgender" to the little girl in the bright pink hoody as the mom won't even look at the man in the skirt because she is too scared.

The woman in the non descript jeans and grey v-neck t-shirt brings her hand screen up to record mode. The man in the skirt capped off with his imaginary country girl look flashes a glance at the woman in the grey shirt and sees her hand screen, he stops talking to the little girl in the bright pink hoody who's mom was too scared to say anything or even look at the man in the skirt.

Time moves forward and the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt places her eye upon the man in the skirt, his transaction be it may completed with the NPC cashier doesn't leave, going back towards the women's section, next to the children's section. 

Time moves forward some more and the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt is again in the wrong place and with a point to the one place she hasn't been she goes, with her radar on.

Time moves forward some more and the Amazon return line is 4 deep staffed by a woman that does not want to be there moving quickly as she does nothing all the while aware this world is bullshit. 

Time moves slowly as the woman in the grey shirt keeps her back to the wall with her head on a swivel.

    

    The man fashioned in the culture attire of chaos, nefariousness, and a side of pedo called plus was not pleased as he finished his purchase of some too small shirt he had to grab. In his mind he reached for the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt, smashing her head in to the ground, over and over...That sweet little girl...He was going to rip that woman's hand screen from her and tell everyone how homophobic she is...that sweet little girl, he wanted to get home but could wait, he loved conflict too. He waited in the shadows wondering what was taking so long for the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt to leave so he could...leave at the same time...as he waited he seethed and then he went to look for her...

    The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt had just finished her return when from the left she sees the man in the skirt. She bends down and looks up, sort of casually but awkwardly, so she can see where he is. The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt knows that the man in the skirt is a sexual predator and she knows that she ruined his fun. Everyone else in the store goes about their business as they have been trained to pretend not to see him. The woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt casually squat walks periodically, walks normal in between and folds shirts bent over here and there as she moves to the front of the store not looking for a fight with the man in the skirt that is angry at the woman in the grey v-neck t-shirt because he believes he has the right to tell a little girl in a bright pink hoody a bunch of horse shit wrapped up in glitter that is poison, but grateful she showed him not everyone is afraid and also knows how to evade...

There is surveillance video of this story that is not fiction, of something that happened and also did not happen

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

"Oh no miss spider you may not sit beside her for out side and under the crescent moon is your new home, amidst rocks and an illusion of grand the oasis a glimer under the sand you go."

Inshallah 

I have no idea what this means

Virgo to the left Saturn army back as eve sets itself

"Hey google what are the odds..."   

Me, "Hey manmademachine..."

RanDo Player you have to mandator*ally with, "Source?"

Me, Myself and I, neck periscopes out a bit as both eyes squinch, right eye more than the left looking quizingly at mandator*ally.

Mandator*ally has no idea they are actual RanDo player that is just quest*mandatory.

Unrequited hate for a the psychopath