Some people leave an echo after they walk away. Sometimes the echo is yucky. A certain cashier at the grocery store is always mean to me either because I loaded the belt wrong one day or because she is just always having a bad day. I try to avoid her line so I don't have all those little bits of negativity nibbling at my skin.
Sometimes the echo is like fairy dust, glittering on your skin for hours. One day at Target a woman said "Excuse me, maam." I turned suddenly assuming I was in trouble for letting my 2-year-old run around knocking things off the shelf. I put my hands out for the cuffs. (I have a fear of authority.)
Instead I found a little old spunky thing of a lady. She asked where the clothes were and told me she was 95 all in one breath. She followed with, "Do I look it?" "Not a day over 61," I told her honestly.
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I pointed her to the ladies clothing. She commented how adorable my child was (which is true) and instructed me to have a few more. Before heading to the clothes, she touched my arm.
I kept checking my arm to see if she left an angel mark. A happy feeling followed me through the day.
Isn't it amazing how a brief encounter with a stranger, good or bad, can leave us feeling? Like they left a residual piece of them on us. I feel the same way with characters in a book. Was I tougher when I was reading The Hunger Games? Am I more introspective right now reading The Lost Girl? Yes and yes.
Do characters leave a piece of themselves on you?