Post by Fizbne on Jan 6, 2017 6:23:54 GMT
I was having dinner, when I was reminded by the lady that we were running out of toothpaste, and alas, it was necessary to embark on an arduous journey to the store to acquire toothpaste.
I fetched my keys, phone, and wallet from the bed chambers and made my way through the labyrinth of stairs that makes up my apartment complex, and in to the underground car park where my EP91 Starlet was resting. I inserted the keys in to the door lock, and turned it anti-clockwise to the satisfying feeling and click of the key turning perfectly in the, what should be, knackered and 18 year old key barrel. I open the door and swing it wide to be greeted by the creaking groan of a door damaged in a previous parking ding. Not a worry though, it gives the motor carriage a bit of character! I enter the cockpit of the vehicle, take my place in the plain and basic drivers seat and quickly check my mirrors and driving position. I place my mobile phone in to the windscreen mounted phone holder, lock it in place and connect the charging cable - It's not going anywhere! The car is a quaint place to be. A sporty styled steering wheel, with grips at 9-3, and 10-2 o clock, a very simple and grey dash, with nothing fancy at all. It's a very simple typical 90's Japanese economy car interior and even the Instrument cluster is basic, with just Speed, Water temp, and Fuel level. No tachometer here, you have to feel when you need to shift. I find the ignition barrel, insert the key and get ready to bring the motor to life.
Click.
Accessory.
On comes the fancy Bluetooth radio, with Devin Townsend's Accelerated Evolution album playing from the iPod Nano neatly stowed away in the glove-box. Volume low. A contrast to the intense and brutal scream coming from the front speakers. The cigarette lighter also powers on, which gently illuminates the centre console and footwell with the soft and somber electric blue light from the USB adapter plugged in to it. My phone screen lights up in excitement, causing my eyes to strain, as a fresh current of power makes it's way through the charging circuitry and give the phone a new lease of life. Sustenance! I dim the screen and continue my ritual to awaken this machine.
Click.
ON.
A relay ticks, and a feint "hummm" from the rear of the car reverberates through the cabin. The fuel pump primes and readies the car to be brought to life. The fans start to breathe a gentle and fresh breeze on my face and circulate fresh air through the cabin, pushing out the stale and hot summer air and replacing it with fresh air from the outside. Just one more turn of the key and I'll be able to be on my way. Another check of the gear lever to make sure the transmission is in neutral. I push in the light and spongy clutch to the floor, and get greeted by a rather annoying tap where the back of the clutch pedal has worn through the carpet and to the bulkhead. Annoying, but not problematic. I check the gears, and of course the car's still in neutral. I'm ready.
Click.
START.
The starter whines as it turns the motor and sparks to life almost instantly. The healthy and modest engine purrs to life and I let it idle for half a minute before I re-engage the transmission and make my start of the journey to go get toothpaste. The Accessories flash off, and then back on again as power is used to turn the starter motor and the music resumes, this time coming to the end of the track, and introducing something less aggressive and more melodic. My phone blinks at me again, then goes back to dim as it recharges in it's docking station. I push the light clutch in, engage first and proceed out of my parking space. The front of the car dips in the rain rail and promptly returns back almost immediately as I traverse across it . The stiffer lowering springs give the car a firmer ride, and gives you more feedback as well, a big upgrade for a little car. I steer right and pull completely out of the space, the rear of the car now bouncing as I pass over the rain rail. I head up the ramp towards the large rolling shutter and wait patiently as the door to rolls up to reveal the outside world.
The summer sun, low in the horizon, shoots beams of light through the ascending shutter and travels up my windscreen, I shield my eyes from the brilliant light of the sun and wait with the handbrake firmly on for the door to open to allow me enough room for me to squeeze out, and as it does, I quickly disengage the handbrake and perfectly execute a steep hill-start and place the car just outside the gates on the short driveway, in the shadow of another building to block out the sun and wait to see the state of the traffic on the main road. I look around and take in my surroundings before I deem it safe to pull out on to the road. A large gum tree sits a few 10's of metres outside of the apartment complex, hosting a huge family of large Fruit Bats who have woken up from the suns light slowly dimming away. They yell a barrage of squeaks and screams to their fellow peers and fly in and out of the tree; bringing food to their families, and stretching their wings to become ready for the busy night ahead of them. Two tall skeletal sculptures straight ahead of me and across the wide main road stand tall and proud in the gleaming sun; one resembling a huge sail in the wind, and the other a tall double helix, brightly reflecting the sunlight off them and dwarfing the small cafeteria looking off the edge of the cliffs and allowing it's patrons to watch over the small ferries carrying their passengers across Brisbane river and in to the large metropolis waiting for them on the other side. I checked the road to my right and can only see a couple of cars heading my way. I wait until they pass and proceed pull out the driveway with an uncomfortable bump as the drive meets the road at a fairly acute angle. The tyres chirp when I accelerate out and in to the main road as I try and gain as much speed in as little space as possible from the tiny naturally aspirated 1300cc motor. I get to speed and I see my right turn up ahead; a bay in the middle of a busy road to give you room to wait for the busy traffic to ease up. In contrast to this, the evening was quiet, and I barely needed to slow down before the turn. I check my mirrors, signal, and dart across the main road and in to the small side street going uphill to where the road joins another; parallel to the famous Kangaroo Point Cliffs of Brisbane. I get to the end of the steep road, and feel a little relieved as I find the road to be as empty as the other and I continue forward without losing momentum and swing another right, almost turning back on myself to the road parallel to where I live.
It's only toothpaste and there's no rush, so I take my time driving down the normally busy road and enjoy the view from the comfort of my little 90's Toyota, and trundle along. Bright lights, city sights, and large towers fill in the landscape by the riverside, with the skyscraping Meriton Tower standing tall and proud over everything else in the city; stealing the limelight as it stretches high to try and touch the clouds. A large staircase going up to the Kangaroo Point park block my view, and I realign my focus back to the task ahead. Toothpaste. I accelerate up to speed and I'm back on the road I started on, going in the opposite direction. The road banks slightly left, and goes downhill gently. I pass under an overhead walkway for pedestrians and head on down the road, giving me a glimpse of the approaching Story Bridge; a magnificent steel cantilever bridge built in the mid 20th Century, and adorned with bright gleaming LED lights that change colour, and the whole mood of the city whenever an event or celebration is under way. Currently the bridge is a deep blue, similar to my USB Charger in the car, to celebrate the Tennis players of the Championships at the Queensland Tennis Centre. I pass the ever so conveniently placed speed camera at the bottom of the hill and start my pass over the bridge. Thud. The car goes over a break in the road marking the start of traversing the bridge. Thud. Another one goes by, and my car is engrossed in the array of shimmering lights and gigantic struts and gussets as I pass under hundreds, no, it must be thousands of tonnes of steel reaching to each other, and meeting with a firm and ice-cold steel grip holding the bridge, and it's travelers, over the muddy waters of Brisbane River. One large steel tower passes by, and then another. The blue lights, and the setting sun in my mirror remind me that headlights might not be necessary but may be a good idea. I feel for the indicator stalk and give it a quick twist upwards. Of course it's still light outside but my small runaround is now more visible. The dash lights up in a generic green hue typical of most 90's era Japanese cars, helping me to see the instruments better, and I continue onward to the end of the Bridge. Thud. I'm over now, and the road banks to the left and downhill yet again, in to another suburb called Fortitude Valley. A bustling and busy part of Brisbane which hosts plenty of bars, clubs, cafe's and the grand, yet rather small Chinatown. That's not my destination though, so I continue on and cheekily accelerate a bit as the traffic lights at the busy junction start to change. I get to the big left-hander and without braking I throw the car in to the turn. I can feel the large balloon-like tyres stretch, squeeze, and compress under the shifting body weight of the little Toyota. I carry my speed on as I power out of the turn with my foot planted to the floor. The lowering springs and decent, albeit soft, tyres help point my car round the bend. Flat, poised, and without drama. We're now heading towards Spring Hill, my destination. To get toothpaste.
The rest of the journey was uneventful and I thunder along the 4-lane one way road in the 2nd lane; the first being a left turn only lane. I approach the first set of lights on the road, and wait for the lights to change green. Go. Another set of lights. Red. Then green. Go. I pass the Navitas language college on my right, and a fairly modest, yet beautiful Church with a huge courtyard filled with lush green bushes, fountains, and small statues. I don't pay much attention to it as it whizzes along my window. The big Church courtyard acts as the perfect landmark for me - I need to turn right at the next lights. They stay green, I signal and turn the 90 degree right onto the two way road passing in front of the church courtyard which is still to my right, and a pretty old looking red brick building to my left. I need to turn right again fairly quickly at the next junction, and the lights are still green. I signal, and the lights change to yellow as I'm passing over the line, but there's no need to rush. I turn right again onto a one way road facing in the direction I came from, back towards Fortitude Valley, but running parallel to the road that brought me here from Story Bridge. I stay in the far right hand side of the large 4 lane road, the courtyard of the church still on my right as it passes by, with the Church itself following the scenery out my window almost like reverse déjà vu. It passes, and I make myself aware of the steep slip road ahead of me and to the left. A loud Sports Bike rockets past in the far left lane of the one way road and goes up the road at speed, he darts left at the end of the slip road and carries on up the main road and in the blink of an eye, he's gone. An office building goes past me on the right, and just ahead, the yellow metal gateway arch with the height limit barrier signals the entrance of the car park to the superstore so I signal yet again and leave the road to join my fellow shoppers on their adventures through rows and rows of various wares. I wonder what my fellow adventurers are after... A large roasting joint for a grand banquet in their grand dining halls? Maybe a small sweet snack to cure a nagging sweet tooth? A ready made lunch to refuel during a long and arduous day in the field? Or maybe they're also just after toothpaste.
I slow down to a mere 10km/h as I pass under the height restrictive barrier, something that my little Starlet will have no problem going under and approach another hardly daunting obstacle. I slow down even further to traverse the small and sharp speed bump. Just like the Rain Rail, the front bounces as I go over and sets straight away, with the rear of the car following suit. I creep forward to the sharp right hand bend and check for any pedestrians near the crossing. No one's near enough, so I zoom through and steer sharply left to creep along the outdoor parking area to find a suitable spot. There! I found it. My perfect spot. A pillar with a bay right next to it. This way I can park right close to the pillar and and leave ample room for doors in case some moron decides to park next to me and swing their door open without a care in the world. I creep up to the bay next to the pillar and align myself so I can reverse in aptly, my preferred choice of parking method as upon leaving, I can merely jump in, and drive straight forward without having to peer over my shoulder and whatnot. I find an optimal angle, shift the transmission in to reverse and swiftly park the car with the nose facing outwards. Successful docking! I engage the handbrake and allow the car to idle while I remove the charging cable from my phone, and remove it from the dock. I grab the keys in the ignition barrel and flick it anti-clockwise all the way and remove them promptly. The radio immediately shuts down with the fans following afterwards, no longer breathing fresh outside air in to the cabin. Spark, and fuel are cut and the engine comes to a halt after a couple of rotations. I open the door and swing it wide, being conscience of the pillar next to me. I check my phone, my keys, and my wallet and jump out of the car, anxious and ready to begin my journey in to the Super Market. I close the creaky door and lock it manually with the key. The exhaust manifold and heatshields start to groan and click as they cool down rapidly from being super heated by the results of combustion, internally. I walk away from my car and see the bright fluorescent white lights behind clinical and precise automatic sliding doors embellished with the Super Market's logo's and slogans. I cross the road and reach the footpath and turn right, following it toward the Super Market entrance.
The first small shop to my left, has a few signs in the blanked out windows - "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" "NEW CAFE COMING SOON!". I wonder if it will be complete in time before I have to leave these lands... I carry on past a Brazilian Beauty salon, and take a quick glance inside as I walk past to see these Brazilian Beauties. A woman, in her early 30's is reclined in a salon chair with parts of her hair wrapped in foil. She's captivated in an intense but friendly conversation with the more youthful looking stylist, who looks up and notices me. She flicks a quick friendly smile, and I politely return the favour and we both carry on to our tasks in hand. Highlights. Toothpaste. Next up is a wine cellars, and I glance in while I walk past. Wolf Blass is on offer for $8 a bottle, and plenty of other offers are on display, but the shop is empty. Business seems slow today, but the night is young and maybe rush hour isn't just yet. I reach the end of the covered footpath and make my way towards the shop front. As I nearer the entrance, the floor starts to vibrate from the sound of a straight piped V8's thundering roar as it starts up in the underground parking lot, I carry on and I slow my pace as I approach the forever opening and closing glass doors of the Super Market. Before I even set foot in the shop, my eyes start to dart around. So much information, and absolutely everywhere! Tim Tams on offer here, Doritos on offer there. Avocado, two for $5, and bakery goods at the entrance reduced for consumers to grab and throw into their basket to gorge on later.
Temptations all around! I feel like Aladdin trapped in the Magic Cave. But I must resist the material and gluttonous draw of these wares and focus on my task straight and true.
I just came here for Toothpaste.
THANKS FOR READ.
I'm gonna be doing a series of boring short stories to practice my Creative Writing skills. This was part 1 of "I Went To The Shops" and it's about me going to get toothpaste from Woolies. Part Two may have some elements of fiction in it, but we'll see ahaha.
Constructive criticism is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED! Roast me! But give me feedback, as I'm doing this for the betterment of my writing.
K thx.
Fizbne out.
I fetched my keys, phone, and wallet from the bed chambers and made my way through the labyrinth of stairs that makes up my apartment complex, and in to the underground car park where my EP91 Starlet was resting. I inserted the keys in to the door lock, and turned it anti-clockwise to the satisfying feeling and click of the key turning perfectly in the, what should be, knackered and 18 year old key barrel. I open the door and swing it wide to be greeted by the creaking groan of a door damaged in a previous parking ding. Not a worry though, it gives the motor carriage a bit of character! I enter the cockpit of the vehicle, take my place in the plain and basic drivers seat and quickly check my mirrors and driving position. I place my mobile phone in to the windscreen mounted phone holder, lock it in place and connect the charging cable - It's not going anywhere! The car is a quaint place to be. A sporty styled steering wheel, with grips at 9-3, and 10-2 o clock, a very simple and grey dash, with nothing fancy at all. It's a very simple typical 90's Japanese economy car interior and even the Instrument cluster is basic, with just Speed, Water temp, and Fuel level. No tachometer here, you have to feel when you need to shift. I find the ignition barrel, insert the key and get ready to bring the motor to life.
Click.
Accessory.
On comes the fancy Bluetooth radio, with Devin Townsend's Accelerated Evolution album playing from the iPod Nano neatly stowed away in the glove-box. Volume low. A contrast to the intense and brutal scream coming from the front speakers. The cigarette lighter also powers on, which gently illuminates the centre console and footwell with the soft and somber electric blue light from the USB adapter plugged in to it. My phone screen lights up in excitement, causing my eyes to strain, as a fresh current of power makes it's way through the charging circuitry and give the phone a new lease of life. Sustenance! I dim the screen and continue my ritual to awaken this machine.
Click.
ON.
A relay ticks, and a feint "hummm" from the rear of the car reverberates through the cabin. The fuel pump primes and readies the car to be brought to life. The fans start to breathe a gentle and fresh breeze on my face and circulate fresh air through the cabin, pushing out the stale and hot summer air and replacing it with fresh air from the outside. Just one more turn of the key and I'll be able to be on my way. Another check of the gear lever to make sure the transmission is in neutral. I push in the light and spongy clutch to the floor, and get greeted by a rather annoying tap where the back of the clutch pedal has worn through the carpet and to the bulkhead. Annoying, but not problematic. I check the gears, and of course the car's still in neutral. I'm ready.
Click.
START.
The starter whines as it turns the motor and sparks to life almost instantly. The healthy and modest engine purrs to life and I let it idle for half a minute before I re-engage the transmission and make my start of the journey to go get toothpaste. The Accessories flash off, and then back on again as power is used to turn the starter motor and the music resumes, this time coming to the end of the track, and introducing something less aggressive and more melodic. My phone blinks at me again, then goes back to dim as it recharges in it's docking station. I push the light clutch in, engage first and proceed out of my parking space. The front of the car dips in the rain rail and promptly returns back almost immediately as I traverse across it . The stiffer lowering springs give the car a firmer ride, and gives you more feedback as well, a big upgrade for a little car. I steer right and pull completely out of the space, the rear of the car now bouncing as I pass over the rain rail. I head up the ramp towards the large rolling shutter and wait patiently as the door to rolls up to reveal the outside world.
The summer sun, low in the horizon, shoots beams of light through the ascending shutter and travels up my windscreen, I shield my eyes from the brilliant light of the sun and wait with the handbrake firmly on for the door to open to allow me enough room for me to squeeze out, and as it does, I quickly disengage the handbrake and perfectly execute a steep hill-start and place the car just outside the gates on the short driveway, in the shadow of another building to block out the sun and wait to see the state of the traffic on the main road. I look around and take in my surroundings before I deem it safe to pull out on to the road. A large gum tree sits a few 10's of metres outside of the apartment complex, hosting a huge family of large Fruit Bats who have woken up from the suns light slowly dimming away. They yell a barrage of squeaks and screams to their fellow peers and fly in and out of the tree; bringing food to their families, and stretching their wings to become ready for the busy night ahead of them. Two tall skeletal sculptures straight ahead of me and across the wide main road stand tall and proud in the gleaming sun; one resembling a huge sail in the wind, and the other a tall double helix, brightly reflecting the sunlight off them and dwarfing the small cafeteria looking off the edge of the cliffs and allowing it's patrons to watch over the small ferries carrying their passengers across Brisbane river and in to the large metropolis waiting for them on the other side. I checked the road to my right and can only see a couple of cars heading my way. I wait until they pass and proceed pull out the driveway with an uncomfortable bump as the drive meets the road at a fairly acute angle. The tyres chirp when I accelerate out and in to the main road as I try and gain as much speed in as little space as possible from the tiny naturally aspirated 1300cc motor. I get to speed and I see my right turn up ahead; a bay in the middle of a busy road to give you room to wait for the busy traffic to ease up. In contrast to this, the evening was quiet, and I barely needed to slow down before the turn. I check my mirrors, signal, and dart across the main road and in to the small side street going uphill to where the road joins another; parallel to the famous Kangaroo Point Cliffs of Brisbane. I get to the end of the steep road, and feel a little relieved as I find the road to be as empty as the other and I continue forward without losing momentum and swing another right, almost turning back on myself to the road parallel to where I live.
It's only toothpaste and there's no rush, so I take my time driving down the normally busy road and enjoy the view from the comfort of my little 90's Toyota, and trundle along. Bright lights, city sights, and large towers fill in the landscape by the riverside, with the skyscraping Meriton Tower standing tall and proud over everything else in the city; stealing the limelight as it stretches high to try and touch the clouds. A large staircase going up to the Kangaroo Point park block my view, and I realign my focus back to the task ahead. Toothpaste. I accelerate up to speed and I'm back on the road I started on, going in the opposite direction. The road banks slightly left, and goes downhill gently. I pass under an overhead walkway for pedestrians and head on down the road, giving me a glimpse of the approaching Story Bridge; a magnificent steel cantilever bridge built in the mid 20th Century, and adorned with bright gleaming LED lights that change colour, and the whole mood of the city whenever an event or celebration is under way. Currently the bridge is a deep blue, similar to my USB Charger in the car, to celebrate the Tennis players of the Championships at the Queensland Tennis Centre. I pass the ever so conveniently placed speed camera at the bottom of the hill and start my pass over the bridge. Thud. The car goes over a break in the road marking the start of traversing the bridge. Thud. Another one goes by, and my car is engrossed in the array of shimmering lights and gigantic struts and gussets as I pass under hundreds, no, it must be thousands of tonnes of steel reaching to each other, and meeting with a firm and ice-cold steel grip holding the bridge, and it's travelers, over the muddy waters of Brisbane River. One large steel tower passes by, and then another. The blue lights, and the setting sun in my mirror remind me that headlights might not be necessary but may be a good idea. I feel for the indicator stalk and give it a quick twist upwards. Of course it's still light outside but my small runaround is now more visible. The dash lights up in a generic green hue typical of most 90's era Japanese cars, helping me to see the instruments better, and I continue onward to the end of the Bridge. Thud. I'm over now, and the road banks to the left and downhill yet again, in to another suburb called Fortitude Valley. A bustling and busy part of Brisbane which hosts plenty of bars, clubs, cafe's and the grand, yet rather small Chinatown. That's not my destination though, so I continue on and cheekily accelerate a bit as the traffic lights at the busy junction start to change. I get to the big left-hander and without braking I throw the car in to the turn. I can feel the large balloon-like tyres stretch, squeeze, and compress under the shifting body weight of the little Toyota. I carry my speed on as I power out of the turn with my foot planted to the floor. The lowering springs and decent, albeit soft, tyres help point my car round the bend. Flat, poised, and without drama. We're now heading towards Spring Hill, my destination. To get toothpaste.
The rest of the journey was uneventful and I thunder along the 4-lane one way road in the 2nd lane; the first being a left turn only lane. I approach the first set of lights on the road, and wait for the lights to change green. Go. Another set of lights. Red. Then green. Go. I pass the Navitas language college on my right, and a fairly modest, yet beautiful Church with a huge courtyard filled with lush green bushes, fountains, and small statues. I don't pay much attention to it as it whizzes along my window. The big Church courtyard acts as the perfect landmark for me - I need to turn right at the next lights. They stay green, I signal and turn the 90 degree right onto the two way road passing in front of the church courtyard which is still to my right, and a pretty old looking red brick building to my left. I need to turn right again fairly quickly at the next junction, and the lights are still green. I signal, and the lights change to yellow as I'm passing over the line, but there's no need to rush. I turn right again onto a one way road facing in the direction I came from, back towards Fortitude Valley, but running parallel to the road that brought me here from Story Bridge. I stay in the far right hand side of the large 4 lane road, the courtyard of the church still on my right as it passes by, with the Church itself following the scenery out my window almost like reverse déjà vu. It passes, and I make myself aware of the steep slip road ahead of me and to the left. A loud Sports Bike rockets past in the far left lane of the one way road and goes up the road at speed, he darts left at the end of the slip road and carries on up the main road and in the blink of an eye, he's gone. An office building goes past me on the right, and just ahead, the yellow metal gateway arch with the height limit barrier signals the entrance of the car park to the superstore so I signal yet again and leave the road to join my fellow shoppers on their adventures through rows and rows of various wares. I wonder what my fellow adventurers are after... A large roasting joint for a grand banquet in their grand dining halls? Maybe a small sweet snack to cure a nagging sweet tooth? A ready made lunch to refuel during a long and arduous day in the field? Or maybe they're also just after toothpaste.
I slow down to a mere 10km/h as I pass under the height restrictive barrier, something that my little Starlet will have no problem going under and approach another hardly daunting obstacle. I slow down even further to traverse the small and sharp speed bump. Just like the Rain Rail, the front bounces as I go over and sets straight away, with the rear of the car following suit. I creep forward to the sharp right hand bend and check for any pedestrians near the crossing. No one's near enough, so I zoom through and steer sharply left to creep along the outdoor parking area to find a suitable spot. There! I found it. My perfect spot. A pillar with a bay right next to it. This way I can park right close to the pillar and and leave ample room for doors in case some moron decides to park next to me and swing their door open without a care in the world. I creep up to the bay next to the pillar and align myself so I can reverse in aptly, my preferred choice of parking method as upon leaving, I can merely jump in, and drive straight forward without having to peer over my shoulder and whatnot. I find an optimal angle, shift the transmission in to reverse and swiftly park the car with the nose facing outwards. Successful docking! I engage the handbrake and allow the car to idle while I remove the charging cable from my phone, and remove it from the dock. I grab the keys in the ignition barrel and flick it anti-clockwise all the way and remove them promptly. The radio immediately shuts down with the fans following afterwards, no longer breathing fresh outside air in to the cabin. Spark, and fuel are cut and the engine comes to a halt after a couple of rotations. I open the door and swing it wide, being conscience of the pillar next to me. I check my phone, my keys, and my wallet and jump out of the car, anxious and ready to begin my journey in to the Super Market. I close the creaky door and lock it manually with the key. The exhaust manifold and heatshields start to groan and click as they cool down rapidly from being super heated by the results of combustion, internally. I walk away from my car and see the bright fluorescent white lights behind clinical and precise automatic sliding doors embellished with the Super Market's logo's and slogans. I cross the road and reach the footpath and turn right, following it toward the Super Market entrance.
The first small shop to my left, has a few signs in the blanked out windows - "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" "NEW CAFE COMING SOON!". I wonder if it will be complete in time before I have to leave these lands... I carry on past a Brazilian Beauty salon, and take a quick glance inside as I walk past to see these Brazilian Beauties. A woman, in her early 30's is reclined in a salon chair with parts of her hair wrapped in foil. She's captivated in an intense but friendly conversation with the more youthful looking stylist, who looks up and notices me. She flicks a quick friendly smile, and I politely return the favour and we both carry on to our tasks in hand. Highlights. Toothpaste. Next up is a wine cellars, and I glance in while I walk past. Wolf Blass is on offer for $8 a bottle, and plenty of other offers are on display, but the shop is empty. Business seems slow today, but the night is young and maybe rush hour isn't just yet. I reach the end of the covered footpath and make my way towards the shop front. As I nearer the entrance, the floor starts to vibrate from the sound of a straight piped V8's thundering roar as it starts up in the underground parking lot, I carry on and I slow my pace as I approach the forever opening and closing glass doors of the Super Market. Before I even set foot in the shop, my eyes start to dart around. So much information, and absolutely everywhere! Tim Tams on offer here, Doritos on offer there. Avocado, two for $5, and bakery goods at the entrance reduced for consumers to grab and throw into their basket to gorge on later.
Temptations all around! I feel like Aladdin trapped in the Magic Cave. But I must resist the material and gluttonous draw of these wares and focus on my task straight and true.
I just came here for Toothpaste.
THANKS FOR READ.
I'm gonna be doing a series of boring short stories to practice my Creative Writing skills. This was part 1 of "I Went To The Shops" and it's about me going to get toothpaste from Woolies. Part Two may have some elements of fiction in it, but we'll see ahaha.
Constructive criticism is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED! Roast me! But give me feedback, as I'm doing this for the betterment of my writing.
K thx.
Fizbne out.
le sigh