Footloose adj. free to go where one likes and do as one pleases.
Concise Oxford English Dictionary Eleventh Edition.

queue

She’s stuck in a queue. She’s tired, she doesn’t want to be there. Hates shopping. The only shopping she likes is the kind where you have time to mosey around and you don’t have to buy anything. When there’s no pressure. When you can leave when you’ve had enough. But she’s stuck right now. She needs the thing. She needs it for tomorrow. She’s run out completely. She’s in the queue. She wishes she wasn’t. She wishes there were less people ahead of her. She wishes it was moving faster. Her back is aching. Her shoulders are heavy. She wants to get out of her shoes. Her clothes. Shed the bindings of her working day. But she can’t. She can’t move. And so her mind wanders….

She fantasises about soaring above it all! Leaping into a world of rapid weightless dreams where she’s as quick and nimble as a traceuse. She air runs over people’s heads, launching off them with the lightest touch. And she’s swift! And thrilled with her power, her freedom, her elevation! She’s out of the store and into the night and flying free…

Her bag is dead weight on her arm. A creeping numbness brings her back to the nagging burden of her grounded body. She’s in the queue. She can’t leave. She’s in the never ending, never moving queue.

But she could just leave. She could just leave this queue. She can’t fly of course but one foot in front of the other, she could do that. She considers the item in her hand: it ignites. If she were to leave without paying, if she were to steal it, the thing that tethers her would rocket her forward! Would get her out!

The thing burns, vibrates in her hand, her body tingles with possibility. She checks the length of the queue. She checks the exits, navigates the path she’d take.

A security guard, frays her plans. He is ample….but probably wouldn’t be able to move fast: she’d easily scoot past him! She can’t stay here much longer.

But he could lose his job.

She sees the defeat in his wife’s face, hears the cries of his starving children. Feels his shoulders slump as he sinks into a grubby sofa that swallows him whole.

She leaps into space and the world of rapid weightless dreams where she’s as quick and nimble as a traceuse. She air runs over people’s heads, launching off them with the lightest touch. And she’s swift! And thrilled with her power, her freedom, her elevation! She’s out of the store and into the night and flying free…

She’s in the queue.

But she’s not.

She shimmers.

And yes this was inspired by Kenny Loggins

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