These days, the supermarket was off limits. There are too many smells in a supermarket. Smells create conflict between the mind and its ability to control the desire to spew.
Even the smell of tap water made her heave. Just this morning, impending dehydration challenged her to try once more. Barely took a sip. The water reappeared, together with remnants of an earlier attempt to eat toast.
Despite the risks, she hid behind her largest sunnies and cautiously entered the forbidden land. With a plan to head straight for the water aisle, she hoped to minimise the risk of humiliation and get out of the supermarket, stomach contents in place.
With a bottle of water in each hand, she turned to head toward the checkout.
“Janine!”
An old friend of Mum’s. With a roast chook in her basket!
“Mop to aisle four. Repeat, mop to aisle four”.
Supermarket
An entry in the April Flash fiction comp
jcmontgomery, 5 months ago
Brava!! Especially the last several sentences. I liked how you handled the ending.
Natella2020, 5 months ago
Ha! Very funny, Domenica. Brilliantly done!
Domenica, 5 months ago
Hey thanks for your encouraging feedback kids! It’s been a while since I’ve bubbled, or written at all for that matter. Time to get back on board!
Karirose, 5 months ago
I love the way you handled the not so delicate matter of nausea and the resulting action-
The water reappeared, together with remnants of an earlier attempt to eat toast.-my favorite line. Yes, that ending was delightfully expressed. Funny twist on an unpleasant experience.petruccio, 5 months ago
lol. can i comment now?!