Stop!” He threw his hands up into the air like he was throwing them down on top of a desk. “Hang on a minute,” he yelled. “Something’s wrong, something’s not right!” He screamed this as maniacally as mad in the middle of an unaffected crowd in the middle of the frozen food section.
No one stopped. Just kept on with their own keeping.
Two thoughts occurred to him right then. The first:
what if no one had heard him? The implications of its own implying caused his heart to suddenly flutter and knock around its cage like a spooked parakeet.
Then the second came like a death knell:
What if they had?
Painting by Lewi Lewis