“I’m sorry ma’am but you can’t use WIC here anymore,” the young boy behind the cash register said to Marilu.
Marilu waved her hand in the air and said, “That’s fine.” She turned around and noticed the people standing behind her. They reminded her of melting candles. They stood dripping wet with exhaustion and defeat.
“Is plastic okay?” the young kid asked while gathering her items. Marilu stared at the young boy without answering. She felt like she was falling from the sky and no longer felt the floor underneath her feet. The people behind her were no longer there and the magazines racks and coke machines disappeared into the darkness that surrounded her. Everything became silent. She was alone and yet, despite the increasing fear that filled her veins and her sinking heart she began to feel the sides of her face contort into something unfamiliar.
“Ma’am? Ma’am, you’re baby’s bottle just fell!” Marilu awoke as if in a dream. She thanked the young man and picked up the bottle, its nipple covered in dirt. Marilu left the supermarket with a listless body locked within a charming, unheard of smile.
© Me 2006
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