
Thanks, Tink, for bouncing this around with me!
Mick's Mall Madness
Mick got up from the mall bench for what seemed like the hundredth time and paced agitatedly in front of it.
What could possibly be taking her so long?
Normally, a shopping mall full of humans wasn’t a problem for Mick. But Christmas time was different. Crowds of people; the myriad of smells; the sounds. The sounds were the worst part. They assaulted his sensitive hearing. The ever present throbbing; the pulsing; the rhythmic pa-pum, pa-pum.
Mick’s eyes started to flash silver and he sat back down on the bench. Resting his face in his hands, he closed his eyes and tried to cover his ears without being too obvious.
I wish it would stop.
“Okay, Mick, I’m ready to go.” Beth stood before him laden with packages.
Without a word Mick jumped up from the bench, grabbed her elbow, and practically dragged her out the nearest exit.
“Mick! Mick! What’s going on? What’s the matter?”
“Sorry, Beth. But if I had to listen to 'Jingle Bells' and ‘The Little Drummer Boy’ one more time, I would have torn somebody’s head off.”