The Supermarket
The vast interior of the store hummed around her as she stood where she always stood between the stacked baskets and the queue of people. The soles of her feet pulsed, concentrated at the heels, and it was only when her tummy gurgled, an elongated growl which petered out into a squeak, that she could take her mind off her soreness for a second and focus instead on the incessant murmurs of customers, some discussing whether to buy one brand of biscuit over another, others talking on the phone about things they did not really care about, employees greeting customers and waving them bye-bye, with a backdrop of the supermarket jingles she’d been listening to for the two and a half months.