public display of disaffection By anne kingston with alex ballingall

Helen Proskow

In the article “public display of disaffection” featured in MacLean’s magazine analyzes the way cellar devices have taken over are social skills in away that many of us can not have a complete, eye to eye conversation. With the constant distracting of “[thumb] [drumming]…multitasking rudeness.” And that “68 per cent of those surveyed thought it was disrespectful to conduct a real-time conversation while texting someone else.” But “32 per cent” though it was

The author it correct in many ways, the ongoing distraction of the “Cell Phone”

Is

Not done

Dream or Reality

Dream or Reality

Helen Proskow

The women in front of me in the line

            Stood there

                        Fragile, Forgotten,

Bruised, Broken down,

                                                Being.

I could hear the faint whispers flowing through her lips… “My friends die…”

I sighed thinking she was singing

                        A sudden Giggle shot out with a

Burst of frightening yell “THEY DO NOT SPEAK!”

                        I thought as I stepped back “this Bitch is crazy.”

I wish for this to finish.

  As the line moved the woman who is              

Unsteady trembles,

Shaking,

Breaking,

Down,

Down,

 Down,

 Her body floated to the ground.

 Lying there like a shattered vase, filled with belligerent craze, still in one piece.

 I stood there dumbfounded

    As I’m rifling through the pockets of my mind,

Screams filled the room, Gunshots hit the Walls,            and Blood flowed like tears on a Widows face in the aisles,      

Darkness fell through my veins.

 Silence drenched the atmosphere, my eyes snapped wide,

Blinded             by        the        white               

Room.

the wome in fornt of me in the line stood there frigile , forgotten,battered brused boby.
i could hear the tears in a faint whisper as she spilled the change  from her  swollen hand...
she struggled with painful wimpers as she aqwardly sank to the solid ground 'snap' went her heel!

forceful rush to the ground...I flinch and hurry just in time pulling the young women

NOT DONE