One Apple A Day #48
She hit me, right in the face.
The milk’s bottle in one hand, the sports magazine in the other. I don’t know how long I stand still, holding the breath.
She was there, in front of me. Staring at me from the cover of one magazine. And then another one. And a third one on the top shelf.
I looked around the small store. Joe, watching the morning news on the tv behind the counter. A truck driver going through the list of snacks on the other corner. No one was paying attention to me. Like always. This is the reason I like coming here early. I can walk here in my pyjama and no one would notice it.
I slowly put the milk back in the fridge and I start grabbing all the magazines with her face.
“Woman of the month”
“A new star is born”
“You’re new favourite author”
Really?
“Bitch!”
I had to blow it out. I looked around again but it looked like no one heard me.
I walked to the counter. I’m sweating even if with A/C pumping inside the store. I kept my head down to avoid Joe’s look. I took my change and walked out.
The heat struck me in the face stealing my breath.
I should have used the car. If only I had one.
She took it.
She took everything.