Sarah’s Shopping: a fictional tale of resolve

Bitter winds funnelled at the crossroads where Sarah stood, rummaging through crumpled slips in her handbag. She read silently: lemons, whiskey. Dabbing at rheumy eyes she continued the search. Unsent card, another list: aspirin, loaf, ham.

Inside was warm and the basket heavy when she reached the checkout. She waited in silence until jolted back by the assistant: £27.68, looked at the ten-pound in her hand, then at the counter. Bread? Whiskey? She mouthed apologies and removed the unwanted items.

With new resolve Sarah stepped out, the bottle nestled to her breast, aspirin in her palm. She was going home.

My second ‘Drabble’. A tad darker than the first although the storyline can be open to interpretation. I enjoy the discipline of the 100 words as it forces a paring down that affords a half-way house between prose and poetry.

Being creative is the mainstay of my life, and poetry, prose, and photography is where I express my deepest emotions. I also enjoy the challenge of design and create jewellery, fabric bags, and garments and home items in yarn. Diagnosed with ASD at the age of 68 after fifty years in and out of the mental health system, I now aim to explore and share my experiences over these years. Apart from blogs and short articles I'll share my life in my verse and images.

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