pamela. (poisoner) wrote in cityofgotham, @ 2008-07-14 21:35:00 |
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Pamela had run out of sunflower seeds. She had written it on the orange-tinted paper she had attached to her refrigerator with "Pamela" printed in cursive at the bottom of each sheet. Then, she had run out of cherry tomatoes. Soon after, she needed more milk, and then more eggs. It was only a short while before her granola reserve dwindled and she had no thyme left anywhere. She plucked the list from the fridge and scribbled down a few more things that she was already low on: apples, romaine lettuce, sesame seed oil, flax seed, whole wheat flour, Santa Cruz lemonade, and pasta of varying shapes and sizes.
She had not been feeling very well at all for several days, but she knew that life would continue on through her nausea and drowsiness, so she took her list and her reusable knit grocery bags and hopped onto the bus that dropped off nearest to her favourite grocery store. The migraines were from stress, nothing more.
She got a little red basket and she headed straight for the organic section, orange list and knit bags in tow. Sunflower seeds, check. Granola, check. Organic thyme, check. Flax seed, whole wheat flower, organic pastas, check check check. Two containers of Santa Cruz lemonade later, Pamela was on her way to the produce section.
She was inspecting heads of romaine lettuce when her head spun for the first time. Oh, my. Well, no big deal. She regained herself and set down the basket and her list and her bags while she checked out the lettuce, as to not add more stress to her body. The one in her hand seemed perfect, so she wrapped it up in a plastic produce bag and she went after the cherry tomatoes, making sure to set her things down again when her eyes started to shake. Well, through her blurred vision, these tomatoes looked fitting.
She had just put the tomatoes into the basket and was going after another container when it happened. Her eyes, that were shaking a moment earlier, were filled with little buzzing stars, and then they went black. And then, they rolled back into her head, and Pamela hit the cold floor.