Flashnano a challenge to write 30 stories in 30 days with a daily story prompt
FlashNano Day 9: Write a story that takes place in the grocery store (supermarket)
*PG-13 for language
She spent the day holed up in her house in her pajamas. Too shell shocked to leave. CNN still blaring the results loudly from the other room.
Her hair was unkempt and her toothbrush never left its holder. The wine she mournfully drank the night before roiled in her gut. But, she was hungry. More like hangry actually, that new fangled word – hungry + angry = hangry.
She threw on sweats and a jacket over her pajama top. Crammed her disgusting hair into a ball cap and put on her shades. She had to go to the store and get some food…NOW.
Walking into the store she headed to the produce section. Maybe a nice salad, fresh fruit and some lightly flavored sparkling water would make her feel better. She stood looking at the array of vegetables, mentally putting the salad together. Beautiful crisp lettuce, crunchy cherry tomatoes, vivid peppers of green, orange and red – julienne cut, of course. She put all of the ingredients for her salad into her cart. She was starting to feel better already. Seeing a container of organic pine nuts, she put that in her cart as well.
She walked over to the fruit section and bagged two bright green granny smith apples, a honeydew melon and lastly a bunch of nearly ripe bananas… nearly ripe, she didn’t like brown spotted bananas. She searched for a non-brown spotted bunch… every bunch had brown spots. She could feel her blood pressure rising.
“What the fuck I just want bananas that aren’t brown spotted, is that too much to ask for?” She muttered loudly.
She began tossing the brown spotted bunches over her shoulder in search of a non-damaged bunch.
“No! No! No! NO! This will not fucking do!” She shouted. People began to stare, but she didn’t care. She began hurling the brown spotted bananas across the produce section.
“Ma’am…um you can’t throw bananas… it’s not allowed,” the young man in his bright red employee vest stuttered.
Turning around with bulging eyes and bunches of bananas clutched in both hands she leaned into the scared young man’s face and growled, “This fucking banana will NEVER be my president… oh! I mean…”
Realizing what she’d said and seeing the terror in the young man’s face made her laugh. She laughed until tears poured down her face.
“I’m so sorry… it’s ok, I’m so… Geezus, I’m so sorry. Can you please take this cart. I won’t need it.”
Still looking warily at the obviously insane woman, he took her cart and began putting the vegetables away.
She went to the bakery section and bought a triple layer chocolate cake inscribed with “Happy Birthday” in bright pink lettering. The young woman behind the bakery counter asked, “Would you like me to add a name to that?”
“Nah, this’ll be fine like this,” she grabbed a cheap bottle of wine and headed to the register.