29 December 2010

The woman who walks into doors

Finally after being violently ill for twenty-four hours, I mustered up the strength to go to the shop. I stepped out of my bedroom and somehow lamped myself in the forehead with the corner of the door. There probably would have been tears if I wasn't so dehydrated, but the rage fueled me onwards.
When I got to the shop and bought my hula hoops and spaghetti hoops and lucozade, I went back to get some seven-up and the woman asked me if that was all. I glanced behind her at the cigarettes and thought of all the times I had asked for a pack before leaving the shop.
"Yes, that's all thanks."
I felt much better already.

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