Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc) as you can. Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.
She didn’t want to go. It was her least favorite thing to do, well other than that root canal, but it was a necessary evil. Evil….yes, it is evil. She climbs in the car, armed with her tools. Now would be a great time to have servants. Off she goes!
She parks as far away as possible because that’s what the “experts” say is the best thing to do. She walks toward the door with trepidation. Will this time be any better? Will she resist the awful impulses that come over her at times like these? She can do it! She has to do it! She grabs a cart and enters…….the grocery store.
“Ok,” she thinks, “I’ll start in the produce section. I’m safe there.” What’s this? She sees candy bars and chocolate for dipping fruit? Jeez, the stuff is everywhere! She loads up her cart with a nice variety of vegetables thinking of how she can use them when she gets home. She feels empowered and good about herself. Next is the meat department which is pretty simple too. Boneless, skinless chicken breasts and lean burger; why does it have to be so expensive?
Coffee beans, mixed nuts, almond milk and toilet paper; so far, so good.
She heads to the freezer section, which happens to be way too near the bakery. It’s ok, she walks past as if she had on blinders. Phew, made it! “Don’t look at the frozen pizzas! You don’t need frozen dinners! Just get some veggies and veggie burgers.”
Margarine, eggs, 2% cheese and cream cheese. She’s learned to avoid all those vats of ice cream just across the aisle. It’s not so difficult any longer.
Back by the bakery….damn, it smells so good. She feels as if her blood sugar is rising just from smelling that wonderful sourdough bread. Whole wheat bread, rye and some sandwich thins. Beer, just a 6-pack for the hubby. Why do they have to put a whole friggin aisle of chips right across from the beer? She misses them like a long-lost friend she used to get into trouble with when she was younger.
“I think I’ve nearly made it”, she sighs. Oh wait, she needs some aluminum foil. She heads back through the store, carefully avoiding the cereal and cookie aisles, smiling to herself because she isn’t tempted. As she looks over her foil choices, (10 kinds of foil? Really?) she feels as if someone is watching her. Why does she have that creepy feeling? Why is she compelled to turn around? She feels as if she’s in a horror movie and the icky monster/bad guy/evil thing is right behind her. Slowly she turns and sees………………….brownie mixes! AAAARRRRRGGGGG!!! Run Kate! Run for your life!!
As she pushes her cart all the way across the parking lot to the truck, she feels pretty good about herself (yes, she did pay). She has survived yet another foray into the grocery store and has come out unscathed (other than that fright in the baking aisle). Has she forgotten anything? Who cares, it can wait until the next time she’s forced to visit that evil emporium.
I’m participating in Wego Health’s Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge. I’m posting every day in April. #HAWMC