Five past five, Sam literally ran into Whole Paycheck. She hated this store’s guts but time was against her. She dashed to the freezer aisle, gagged at the sacks of gluten-FREE bread with REAL chia seeds, continued along, glancing at her hair in the glass – it looked infinitely fuckable in this light, she thought – and she pulled open the glass door and yanked out the only pizza that looked vaguely edible. Too late, Sam saw the toddler racing towards her. Too late, she tried to close the door, only managing to smash the kid in the face.
Damn. “Sorry!â€
My 100-word tale that began with a grocery store, hair, and pizza, plus some weird fake-looking lighting. Come on, you can do better.
I sweat I see Batman’s face in that lighting fixture.
I love the way you scooped up the words from Samara’s tweet and dished this out.
Batman, you say? Put it into 100 words and link up!
Ugh, that was supposed to be “swear” not sweat. Although if Batman really were in those lights, I bet he would be sweating.
Hey, no editing allowed around here! 😉 “Although if Batman really were in those lights, I bet he would be sweating,” I said as I pushed him in the grocery cart. You’re getting there. I bet you could use Samara’s words, Batman, AND make it nonfiction too.
I love the last line! Great story, and I’ll be definitely be on the lookout for Sam!
You had me at Whole Paycheck! Ha ha. That’s so funny. Nice flash.
Dear Christi,
As I work in a grocery store, your story took on a whole new meaning for me. I hate shopping with a passion.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ah.. love that part where she looks at her own reflection.. (personally I am not a hair-fetishist .. )… and that little sorry .. and I can hear the toddler screaming curds on her pizza.
oh dear, i hope the store has liability insurance.
Well, let me just say this, darling — I just subscribed to your blog based on the strength of this writing alone. What a refreshingly snarky voice you have created here! Loved it. Look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks, Helena! I feel famous already!
Your title’s great with your story. I always told our girls when they were little to be careful because grocery stores were places where they could get run over by little old ladies’ grocery carts. But I never warned them about this!
janet
This woman needs to work on her scheduling, although emergencies do arise. I always remember the movie, “Mr. Mom” where the husband temporarily loses the baby when he grabs the wrong shopping cart. Well-written and funny story. 🙂
I bet she felt bad for smashing a toddler’s fingers in the stupid door. Very well done! Thanks, Nan 🙂