Supermarket Crash
by Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I’m not at home.
I find myself in a large supermarket.
People call me miss. I don’t know why.
I grab a mirror to see my new reflection.
I realize I'm now a woman with red hair.
A short woman addresses me as Jay.
My small pal walks away somewhere.
So, I walk around and collect my goods.
When I'm done, I choose a random queue.
Some fools cut ahead in the large queue.
I get served and waste other people’s time.
I leave the market and take the bus home.
The bus transports me to the waking world.
The
End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I
had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a
comment, and thank you for reading.
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