It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
...careless wispa
Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. That's all Jen felt like she wanted tonight. For the first night in a long, long time she would be alone. She feared she would be alone for a long, long time to come. Mike had announced from his school he wasn't coming back home that evening or any evening, she couldn't stay at work for more than an hour, continually breaking down in floods of tears. The supermarket on the way home was her last port of call. Daytime TV and maybe a chick flick with her friend, Amy later. Her diary now seemed entirely blank without Mike. She darted around the aisles, snatching items, launching then into her basket. Pizza, thin crust; milk, full fat; biscuits, double choc chip; the biggest bar of Dairy Milk possible; and two bottles of white wine. Sod it, a big cheesecake too...and a Wispa for the walk home. These were the only choices she felt she could make, everything else was a chore, empty. Life had quickly become a long, laborious chore. Words from a movie appeared in her head "No bright side, NO BRIGHT SIDE."
Tears started to form in her eyes as she reached the checkout. The beeps from the checkout seemed to talk to her — he — doesn't — love — you — any — more. She bit her lip to stop it quivering as she handed over a note. "Do you collect vouchers for schools?" she assistant asked. She snatched her bags and left, leaving behind her Wispa.