Affinity
The bustling
sounds of laughter and the vibrant colours of myriads products greeted Rose as
she paced into the Asian Food Market at China Town. The breeze of cool air from
the air condition gently swept past her lustrous hair and surrounded her with the
usual sweet aroma.
The cashier,
Mary, with strands of white hair glimmering under the florescent light, welcomed
her with a big flash of smile like sunshine shining over a flower. “It’s good
to see you again!” Mary shouted over the crowd and warmed the cockles of Rose’s
heart.
Rose and Mary had
first met each other at a funeral, where Mary was crying mournfully over the
death of her beloved husband in an unfortunate car crash. The delicate
silhouettes of the weeping willows sway in the icy wind. Mary’s life had
shattered into million pieces. This familiar scene awakened the painful past that
was deeply buried in Rose’s heart and caused her a pang of sadness as the harsh
reality of her loss that simmered below the surface gripped her firmly again. A
knot caught her in her throat. Her eyes welled with emotions.
She understood her. They share the same
experience.
Since then, they
have been supporting each other for ten years through the crossways in life and
formed an unbreakable bond, where their thoughts could be easily understood
with a single glance, smile, expression.
Rose waved back at
Mary with a smile lingering on her face as she reminiscence their memories
together, and walked towards the noodles aisle.
There, stood a
short chubby woman on the wooden bench, with thick horn-rimmed glasses hanging
around her neck, carefully removing the instant noodles from the cardboard box
and stacking it on the shelf. It was Emily.
The grey
highlights were advancing, making their way deeper into Emily’s thin black
hair, yet it wasn’t able to cover the smile that lit up on her face like a
wintry sunshine when she saw Rose.
Emily was an
old-aged woman who lived by herself in the outskirts of the city. Rose would
often visit her and listen to the stories about her past, her glamour and her
advices. She was like Rose’s mother.
Rose greeted her
and quickly stacked a few cups of instant noodles for her starving children waiting
for her at home.
As she head out
of the Asian Food Market, she could hear people’s story echoing behind her,
being told at the bustling markets where affinity would continue to grow.
Author's notes:
416 words. I have attempted to write a belonging related creative, but somehow it turns out to be too cliched and childish and boring and....
I wish i would just write more sophisticated like you guys...
Anyways, hope you guys will enjoy it! =]
It's really good conceptually, but you didn't really link to the stimulus. There's just a few grammatical mistakes such as a bit of incorrect tense. Otherwise, awesome as always. :D
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And honestly it's not very cliche nor childish NOR boring. :)