Here's a little teaser of the story:
That’s me. I’m the guy standing there in the tan leather jacket and shredded jeans. My name’s Jasper Kennedy— all right, that’s not my real name. But, my real name’s not important— what I do is. I hang around malls and I watch people. I’m a people watcher. Like that song “Girl Watcher” by the O’Kaysons— except I watch everyone. Dammit, now I have that song stuck in my head. Standing here next to the Cinnabon in the Burnsville Mall and I’m humming, “I’m a girl watcher, watching girls go by. My, my, my...” Although the first time I really heard that song was on a commercial for Wheel of Fortune and the tune had been changed to, “I’m a WHEEL watcher.” Not very original but it must have worked because I’m twenty-seven and I still remember it.
The smell of assembly line cinnamon rolls wafts out of the blue brick shop, making my stomach grumble and reminding me that I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I don’t have any money to buy anything and I’m no thief. I’m no beggar either so I ignore my stomach and continue watching people. See, I can tell things about people just by looking at them. It’s a knack I suppose. I prefer to think of it as my superpower.
And here's a brief review of the story too:
“Connections” by J Thomas
Jasper Kennedy can see the light, the light that connects people, say a mother and her child. But not all connections are good, such as the one from the pervert playing with himself while watching the mother breast feed. Like “Time to Play”, this treads the line between pleasant and uncomfortable but definitely lands on the side of the latter. Good stuff.
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