The Shop

FICTION posted by Rio S.

The door chimes sounded softly. The shopkeeper looked up from her ledger and watched as the man peeked warily into the store.

“May I help you, sir?” she asked tentatively. Many people looked into her store but never bought anything. She smiled at the thought. She doubted those people would be willing to pay the price for her wares.

The man did not appear to have heard her. “Sir?”

He clutched at his heart. He thought the store was empty. Aside from the Open sign at the door, the shop did not indicate any sort of activity; it looked out of place in between a shoe store and a mini-mart. He looked at the lady behind the counter and blurted out, “You surprised me.”

“My apologies.” She smiled at him. She knew a sale when she saw one. “How may I be of assistance?” Read the rest of this entry »

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Willingly suspending disbelief

Posted by Rio S.

While trolling the internet, I found a very interesting idea. In one of her movie reviews, Jessica Zafra said, “… true love is itself a suspension of disbelief.” Enter into the equation Valentine’s season and my apparent ineptitude for relationships and you’ve got an interesting topic – I don’t know where to start.

(The willing suspension of disbelief is basically a theory describing people’s “relationship to art”. You know how when watching a zombie flick, you accept the universe of the movie where an evil super corporation creates a virus that turns the infected into zombies that won’t die unless you shoot them in the head? That’s the willing suspension of disbelief. The theory is, people accept the unbelievable to appreciate the art.)

I’m smart, funny (or at least, I think I am), capable of social interaction, and I obviously don’t have problems with my self esteem. If I was a guy, theoretically, women would want to have children with me. But seeing as I’m a girl, I scare off most guys like the words “commitment” and “fidelity” do. (Most days, I don’t really mind being single, but then Valentine’s Day rolls along and boom! I’m miserable.) Read the rest of this entry »