Dreaming in Digital

One evening, I was in Toronto, wandering the PATH below numerous buildings that stretched towards the sky. Checking my wristwatch, it was almost nine, and I decided, since I was in the area, I should gather my courage and visit my old friends and workplace, as they are [in real life] closing their doors very soon. Self-conscious that I haven't showered before visiting, I pressed on, knowing time is limited and I will never see these people, that I loved, ever again.

I stumbled to the front entrance, where two of my old supervisors saw me. They were beautiful, and always have been. Grannysmith's hair had grown incredibly long, and she'd dyed streaks of red into it. The other had become leaner, and she stood taller, her red hair still shiny in the dim light. They came out to greet me in hugs. I've told them I came because I've heard they'd be gone soon.

One of the ladies that, when I worked there, worked mornings in the deli department was now a grocery clerk, closing this night. She was the mother one of a supervisor I use to have. Lifting a box, she asked if I could help, as the other two couldn't leave their post. I agreed, always happy to be of some use. Picking up box, I followed her to the other side of the store. The tiles weren't grey anymore, but cream with the same spotted pattern as on quail eggs. The store's brand colour of a vivid green was now a dark brown. Before entering a doorway to a room in the back, I noticed Honeycrisp in an aisle by bags of rice. I wiggled my fingers in a "hello" and he nodded in response. The walls in this small room were cream and dingy. 

When we set the boxes down, I turned around to find Honeycrisp behind me. "Look," he said, lifting his shirt a little around his waist, revealing the skin of his belly.

"I have jellies too!" Without much thought, I pulled up my ugly, white t-shirt in comparison, then cringed, embarrassed at my muffin top.

"No, I meant the scar."

He pointed to a surgical scar about an inch long, a little ways below and left of his belly button. I stared with wide-eyed fascination [I love scars].