Collaboratrix. Writer. 100-Word Story Maker.
Your heart has becomes a stone, cold at the centre of you
It’s Monday night. I walk into the store as a woman drops part of her shopping, a bottle of Perrier smashing at my feet.
I get my wine & jump the queue as no-one else wants to use the self-service till.
A staff member authorises me as being over 25.
We do not make eye contact
It is too intimate a setting for that