I walked right into a situation that I could have avoided if only I was more aware of my surroundings. I was preoccupied you see. There’s only 30 minutes for lunch and in that time we are expected to find food and eat it.

In my rush to be back on time I missed the silence.

I’ve got to be back at work on time for the handover. I know how much she loves to humiliate me when I’m late. The pleasure shines all over her smug face as her ears turn red and her nostrils flare.

I don’t know why I take it from her really, I should say something but that will only make matters worse.

So you see I had other things on my mind and it took a while to register that the supermarket was deserted. Not a soul in sight, which should of made me wonder what was going on but it was the handover see, I was going through what I needed to say so I could get it right.

After all it’s not normal for a place to be empty at one in the afternoon but do we really pay that much attention to other people when we are busy in our own thoughts.

Along with the sandwich I grabbed an energy drink and a large cupcake.

It was at that moment I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck as my brain raised the alarm. It alerted me to the fact that there was no one else in the aisle.

It made me pay attention but I wasn’t worried, not in that moment anyway, because i knew there’d be someone sat at the checkout.

I needed to pay for my lunch and get out. There was no time for questions. Maybe the place had opened late.

A cashier will have all the answers.

I felt the air stop midway in my chest as I walked towards the checkout and noticed them all empty.

I thought about leaving without paying because what else could I do?

I spent a little too long thinking about my options.

I should have dropped the food and left.

The cold hard steel against my temple and the stern instructions not to move told me that this deserted supermarket was in trouble.

I was led towards the back of the store. It was too late for me to do anything other than what I was told.

I knew in that moment that I wouldn’t make the handover.

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Monday Monologue inspiration

I use the Monday Monologue over at Morgen’s online short story writing group as inspiration for today’s story. Her challenge was:

Monday Monologue: your character is a supermarket at lunchtime and the place is deserted

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