fandom: The Lorax relationship: Normaler word count: 9490 (1 chapter out of 3) rating: T warnings: discussions of depressions but also omitting of such by characters summary: “Have you noticed all those people just going around to the center? All the time today, I see them going around, laughing and stuff, and there are so many of them. Haven’t heard if there’s like a contest or the marketplace got moved to today,” Norma remarked, trying to piece together all the evidence before her. To no avail. She had to cave in. “Do you know anything about this?”
Felicia didn’t seem too moved by it, “Oh, that? Some quirky guy has been performing with a guitar in the gazebo, trying to sell overpriced junk. I haven’t seen him myself but I’ve heard the chatter. You seriously haven’t heard?”
“No… Not really, I…” All confused, she tried to find the correct words. Again, set up for a failure. “A new guy? Do tell, huh.”
Or how Norma met Once-ler.
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hello Normaler tag, I’m back! dedicated to lovely ppl at @all-things-normaler <3
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As the last customer left the shop, with her best customer service smile, Norma waved them a courtesy goodbye. Only then her face fell flat on her arms right on the counter.
What had gotten into her, Norma wasn’t sure. Seemed like a perfectly usual day in the bright city of Greenville. People went around, some of the locals, two people she had never met. Those who had ordered books before had gone to pick up their orders. Those who weren’t sure what to pick, heard Norma’s vast experience shine through as she explained to them the plot of the ongoing series. A saleswoman through and through, Norma knew exactly how to pique someone’s interest. Truly, it was a day like any other.
But maybe that was exactly the case. Day after day, they seemed to fly by in front of her chestnut colored eyes. It wasn’t as if Norma didn’t like her job, far from it. Yet the mundane-ness of her life seemed just enough to make her dissatisfied. Or at least, would it?
Wincing to herself, Norma picked up her head and brushed curls from her face. Every time thoughts like these had occurred in her head, she remembered the words of her dear older brother Freddie. Norma, if a rollercoaster was going 50 miles per hour and not 60, you’d yawn. That she couldn’t disagree with. Hence doubts started to appear immediately as she even let those thoughts slip.
There was no use in complaining or succumbing to any of this, Norma knew it. After all, being a responsible adult, small shop owner and someone who wanted to balance out her life the best, she knew exactly what she was doing. So she straightened up her frame, fixed her yellow dress and tended back to the business. No need to dwell on her own increasingly worse habits.
Oh, right, another one. Just this thought made Norma roll her eyes away. C’mon, it wasn’t a death sentence to be quote unquote boring sometimes.
I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after
