Welcome, Stranger: Bizarre Bazaar

Think about the town where you currently live: its local customs, traditions, and hangouts, its slang. What would be the strangest thing about this place for a first-time visitor?

(Thanks for inspiring this prompt, Tamarah Rockwood!)

I'm a Stranger Too!

I’m a Stranger Too! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m a stranger,

In my own city.

Back from afar.

Been here a while,

But still feeling bizarre.

Home, but not  quite all here.

I’m not yet accustomed to the atmosphere.

It’s true the world’s a sphere,

I sometimes wish I could disappear.

If you were to come,

You’d feel more welcome.

Than me, than anyone here,

I venture.

—Linus Fernandes.

Cellular Apologies: Signal closure

A stranger asks to borrow your cell phone. You agree. She turns away and talks on it for a moment, then faces you once more. “I’m sorry,” she says, eyes red. “I’m so sorry.” Then, she runs away.

It’s simple, really. The signal died. And the sensitive soul wept.


The Stranger: Palming it off

You’re walking home from work one night and taking shortcuts through a labyrinth of dark city alleyways to meet someone on time. Suddenly, a stranger parts the shadows in front of you, comes close and asks you to hold out your palm. You oblige.

The stranger beckons me.

I shrink.

“Who is this dishevelled man? What does he want?”

I wonder but yet I approach him.

He asks me to show him my palm.

I refuse.

“I don’t believe in palmistry, my man.”

“What else could it be?”, I think.

He is not to be fobbed off.

“Show me your palm!”, he commands in a deep voice.

“I am not interested. I don’t  retain faith in astrology either.”

He laughs.

And hands me his bag.

“Hold it for me. I’ve got to run. Bags are not allowed where I’m going.”

He disappears into the adjacent public latrine.

The Stranger (collection)

The Stranger (collection) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)