Butterfly Perfume

She strolled the mall as if it were her private catwalk, men stopping her at every step. Grace was used to it though and paid it no mind. She stopped at the MAC counter on her way to Rich?s to get a Chestnut lip liner and some lip gloss. A little later, she bought the sunglasses, played a few video games and was on her way home.

Making her way back to the MARTA station, she noticed the same guy with the missing tongue attempting to preach on the sidewalk. She had to have been in the mall at least two hours and there he was still trying to get his point across. Now that?s dedication, she thought.

She thought about how she used to be intrigued by people like that old man. She wanted to go over there and let him know what he was doing was noticed and appreciated. Part of her also wanted to comfort him, although she was the one who was in desperate need of some love.