The Woman In Front Of Me

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem after a late night jaunt to my local supermarket on a cold winter's night

Submitted: December 30, 2016

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The time is 9pm and I rush to the supermarket in the dark for the bare necessities.

The supermarkets is quiet and rather empty by the time I arrive there. This is absolute heaven on earth for me!

I only have to squeeze past one woman, she is looking in puzzlement at the fruit juices. Her hair is well kept and her coat looks expensive.

I go on ahead with my crusade on finding the best offers and bargains, have I turned into my mother?! I won't complain too much if I have for she is my hero.

I discover that Fairy Liquid is on offer along with my favourite wash capsules, jackpot!

My most outlandish purchase was my favourtie chocates, on offer as well. My step gets lighter as I find that the retail Gods are smiling down on Me tonight.

Have found myself in the crisps and nuts section as I need to appease my recent need for late night savoury snacks and my cupboards have come up short in offering me something unhealthy savoury!

The woman from earlier catches my eye again as she packs her basket with various wines and beers. I continue in selecting my chosen crisps and bottles of water.

I am not on the final stretch before the checkout grabbing a bottle of cold water from the fridge for my walk home. The Woman is behind me me in the fridge opposite selecting a cold beer. I silently wonder if that is for her own walk home.

When I reach the checkout, only one left open, I see that she has just beaten me to the finishing line. I load up my survival kit behind hers on the conveyer belt. I watch the proceedings and wait patiently, I'm in no rush for a change!

The Woman's shopping is a variety of wines and beers, nothing else. The Woman stands and waits expressionless and calm. On closer inspection, I can see the bags under her eyes and eyes that are so blank, is it defeat, sadness or indifference?

Is this Woman preparing for Christmas where her family and friends will join her?

Does this Woman have a Man waiting for her at home who has begged her to bring back alcohol one last time and she has done because if she doesn't, she will no end of hell? Has someone died?

Is the Woman simply alone and has bought this cocktail to go home and party by herself? She takes her booty away without a thank you or a backward glance. Away she walks into the night with euohoria and desperation in a bottle.

I resume packing up my own survival kitof milk, water etc, all quite boring but not too shabby for a grand total of fouteen pounds.

I wish the Woman well and I hope that tomorrow, that she will be able to raise a smile, for the prospect of a better tomorrow is always far more sparkly than what has been today. 


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