Strawberries

Sad, and unexpected.

Just a litle corner of town. Just a little grocery store. Just picking up a few essentials such as mlk, bread, and some soda. I find myself in the produce section for some reason. I guess I'm feeling a craving for fruit or something. Absently, I examine the items in another shopper's kart.  I guess from the peanut butter, jelly, bread, animal crackers, and dinosaur nuggets that she is a mother. Maybe she is single, maybe not, really isn't my business anyway. I examine a small cluster of bananas, and she is examining a batch of strawberries. She was young, no older than 26, with raven hair falling to her shoulders and a pale complexion. I also notice that she does not have a ring on her left hand, and I find myself wondering about her story. She looks at me, and our eyes meet. Just for a second, just for a moment in the infinity stream of time. She smiles, I smile back, and I find the courage to talk with her. As soon as I try to walk over, I hear a quick, repetitive boom. The sound of glass shattering fills my ears. A look of shock appears on her face, she drops the strawberries to the ground, which then scatter around the bland white floor. I find myself staring at them at face level. Then I realize that I'm on the floor, and I have no idea what I'm doing there.  The sounds begin to fade, and all I see is the splattering of strawberries on the floor. I know I'm hallucinating, because the red. strawberry red, color, is starting to spread across the floor.

Author's Note

I thank you, the reader, for taking the time out of your day to read this crude work.