3pm. Walking to the corner shop. Bread, milk, maybe something for dinner tonight.
Cars driving past. Cars staring at him and his black leather jacket. Cars laughing cuz it didn’t suit him. He stumbled and the cars laughed even louder.
A woman walked the other way. Middle aged, laden with food shopping. She veered slightly away from him when she walked past. She must hate him. Freaked out by how weird he was. His forehead wet.
Automatic doors hesitated before letting him in.
Multi grain or white bread? Or maybe a baguette. Side glance from shelf stacker. Only losers ate white bread. He put it back, armpits soaked.
Ready meal? Cauliflower cheese was on offer. Elderly man picked up the pasta bake next to it. ‘Excuse me lad.’
He shrank away from the isle towards the Dairy fridge. Heart beating fast.
The elderly man probably smirking at the cauliflower cheese. Who eats that?
Green milk, definitely green milk. Good for tea and biscuits. ‘excuse me, can you pass me the last yoghurt pot, I can’t reach?’ Teenage girl, short.
‘Sure’ cough, swallow phlegm. ‘sure’. He could feel her eyes on his neck. I hope I don’t end up like him .
He handed her the yoghurt. Hands slippery, face hot.
People stared as he walked past them empty handed, breathing hard and breathing fast. Probably wanted to steal something. Look at him, so chubby. Probably a tramp.
Every bit of his skin dripping.
He could try again tomorrow.
There were still some custard creams in the cupboard.
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