Girl Weeping For The Green Hopper

Girl Weeping For The Green Hopper

In a dreamscape reverie almost unreal, the ancient woman, whom until that very moment stirred a smile on my face every time I visited her cashiers window at the Handy J car wash, evoked a flood of emotion within me.Rage.Angst.Hopelessness.

The grasshopper was pale green with eyes the size of prepubescent legumes and was desperately trying to escape out the horseshoe sized opening in her workspace, adorned with bowls of candy and old dilberts taped to the counter for patrons to imbibe in sugar and laughter. I waited in line as the man before me laughed at a comic she showed him, and then, as I too was grinning, I became alarmed at the transformation on her sweet old face. The morph happened in a manner of seconds, and a look befitting a psychopath adorned her crevaced face, as she proceeded to take her pencil and attempted to smash my little green friend with her eraser.

She failed at first but did succeed in crippling him. I panicked and asked her what she was doing. Why she didn't push him out the window to free him.She didn't care. She was on a path of destruction.I wanted to run away but stood frozen, staring at the little bug's face as she continued to try and mutilate it. She finally succeeded by taking a piece of clear masking tape and taping his head to the glass window and continued to stab at the little fellow with a scissor.

I gazed in horror and handed her my credit card. I asked her why she didn't simply free him? She looked at me with a face no longer of a sweet old lady but rather a sick anger and said, "Why? Were you going to go home and keep him as your pet?" For some people, there is no alternative to destruction. As I watched the mechanical arms wash my car, I felt empowered in my faith. I am happy that I cried as the brushes removed the soil and toil of this here world I live in.

You don't have to cross the oceans to wartorn regions to witness destruction and war. It is everywhere if only one opens their eyes and ears to its presence.