Yesterday I went wandering through some local shops. I walked by the dodgy pharmacy that has no prices on any of their stock. I’m sure the owner just makes them up on the spot as you approach him. His displays have no order to them either, it feels like a ruse, a front for something else. I just needed some toothpaste, but had a craving for raspberries so I headed to the supermarket a little further on. Out the front of the supermarket was a huge table full of animal swap cards. I was just randomly shuffling the bright colours, looking for something to catch my eye. They were very cute, some weird and rare creatures appeared and I smiled over hearing some of the kids comments and screams as they struck gold.
I could feel this man stand next to me with his son in tow. They began to search. After a few minutes, I hear his voice aimed directly at me. “Would you like this one?” I turned and see a card held out in front of him. I look and focus and I can’t believe it – a picture of an Arctic Fox. I was so shocked. The fox is very symbolic to me and I was actually looking for one. Immediately I went all quiet, almost shy. I said “OK” and he handed me the card. I stared down at it. How did he know? Was he cold reading me from the other cards that took my interest. I walked away in a daze. I don’t remember his face, I was so shocked all I could see was the card. It made me dizzy everything around was kind of blurry. Max thinks he’s the Oracle of Wallaby Square and I should go back and find him. That I’ll recognise his voice and he’ll be the most beautiful man ever. We would go out to dinner and after, we would walk down some alley, past a windowsill. On the windowsill will be a grainy black and white photo of him and a fox walking through the laneway together, side by side into the night.
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Craving of raspberries, invisible musk, screaming kids striking gold. And it wouldn’t be much of a story without a black-clad stranger.
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it feels like a dream. It feels like a privlage to gain an insight into your fear.