It hit her as soon as she stepped foot in the door. The smell hit the back of her throat making her cough and splutter.
The sweat, the tears, the desire. Christmas was coming and everyone had chosen now to do their shopping.
Desperation clung to the air, like a thick fog, engulfing the whole shop.
She shouldn’t be here. She didn’t need to be here. She had only come in for crisps and sugar. Crisps for the salsa dip sitting lonely in the cupboard. Sugar for the warm cup of tea she wished she was having now.
‘If this isn’t an advert for why everyone should shop online then I don’t know what is,’ she thought to herself. ‘I guess it would be more manic if we were in the high street.
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