Mission 43, I'm sorry if i'm throwing off the order.

Sorry if i'm throwing off some kind of order but we haven't had amission in a while.
So.
Here you go.



This is your prompt.
Write a story, a poem, a scene, what have you, that stems from this picture. What is this place? What are people doing? If you have a character you have placed here, what are they doing? Why are they there? How did they get there?

again, sorry if this throws off some kind of order.
I'll have mine up soon.

Wow, it's been a long time since I've been on, so..hi I guess.

Okay, here's mine.

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The shoppers bustled past each other, neither caring much for the other. On the lowest level of what to him felt like a bird cage and to her some kind of palace, they did what many people do; stride past each other without a second glimpse.

It would only be years from that tiny moment, in the cafe tucked in the upper echelons of the building that they would meet again. They would be insulated from the cheapened glamour radiating from shops which were once filled with grace and elegance. They would talk, superficially at first, laughing as they realised that they would both turn up the same afternoon every week, before quickly moving to the meaningful and personal.

It would be on that ground floor where they'd unthinkingly walked by each other that he would ask her to be his wife.

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Idk if it's anything that will makes sense to anyone else, but it's what came to my head.

I made a little beginning... Never finished it


The place looked like any other mall. Several floors with people and stores, chatter coming from every corner. Still it was Esmaralda's favourite place to be. She could disappear in here. Not literally ofcourse. It's not that kind of story. Here she can blend in with the crowd. Not be the rich kid. Not be the smart one, the pretty, the lonely, or loved one. Here she was just another 17 year old girl that loved to shop.