23 December 2011
20 December 2011
Scary Lady at Fishs Eddy
Last night I went over to a friend's apartment near NYU to hang out and watch a movie. On the way back home I walked through Union Sq, up Broadway and passed Fishs Eddy, a remarkablely overpriced store filled with cups and bowls and matching dinnerware sets. While I would rather not waste my money on cutlery when I am so miserably underemployed the lure of the window displays reeled me into a standing, mouth agape position admiring the fine cut and colored crystal. Through the glass I could see the whole store laid out with cute end tables stacked high with porcelain mugs and plates and all sorts of things I don't need.
I tried to look at everything. I tried to look past the tables to admire the merchandise on the shelves near the back. That's when I saw her. Tousled black hair, sharp greyish teeth jutting out like a large British Parana, and coming straight at me. I blinked, startled, and stepped back from the shop. At once thankful it was closed and I could not enter; but I would not have seen that fearsome apparition had the shop been occupied. I didn't see anything, I said to myself and looked again through the shop window. There she was again! I caught a glimpse of the female apparition just as she darted back below that display of mugs I had first admired.
The cold December night got colder as a harsh wind whipped down 19th street. I turned by back to Fishs Eddy and began to walk quickly down the block. Over on 5th and down the next. No street was small enough. You would think being downtown the streets would be nice and small and comfortable but these awful streets were wide, lined with tall, ominous prewar buildings, garage loading doors and, worse still, more storefronts. Could they be filled with more ghosts like the one I was witness to? Who was she anyway? Upon further reflection I think maybe she could be some low-life cretin living in her favorite store and shopping at night while no one's looking. That would explain her ducking behind that stand of porcelain mugs. The doesn't explain the fearsome apparition I saw of her coming right at me. My best guess is she is some lost, lonely spirit haunting Fishs Eddy and displaying her fearsome self only to those who look into her windows at night.
I tried to look at everything. I tried to look past the tables to admire the merchandise on the shelves near the back. That's when I saw her. Tousled black hair, sharp greyish teeth jutting out like a large British Parana, and coming straight at me. I blinked, startled, and stepped back from the shop. At once thankful it was closed and I could not enter; but I would not have seen that fearsome apparition had the shop been occupied. I didn't see anything, I said to myself and looked again through the shop window. There she was again! I caught a glimpse of the female apparition just as she darted back below that display of mugs I had first admired.
The cold December night got colder as a harsh wind whipped down 19th street. I turned by back to Fishs Eddy and began to walk quickly down the block. Over on 5th and down the next. No street was small enough. You would think being downtown the streets would be nice and small and comfortable but these awful streets were wide, lined with tall, ominous prewar buildings, garage loading doors and, worse still, more storefronts. Could they be filled with more ghosts like the one I was witness to? Who was she anyway? Upon further reflection I think maybe she could be some low-life cretin living in her favorite store and shopping at night while no one's looking. That would explain her ducking behind that stand of porcelain mugs. The doesn't explain the fearsome apparition I saw of her coming right at me. My best guess is she is some lost, lonely spirit haunting Fishs Eddy and displaying her fearsome self only to those who look into her windows at night.
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