The shopping cart rattled alone the barren aisles. Not only are the people gone, but the inventory is also lost. All I saw was the dusty plastic shelves, no longer the bright beige they once were. My mother kept eyeing the shelves, me, my sister, and the list written in blue ink across a little white paper. My sister had walked ahead, seemingly intent to find something, anything. I ran my hand along the shelves, humming a broken tune. "Hey, mom! Over here!" My sister's voice floated back to us on the vacant air. "Chickee, where are you?" Mom heading off with the rattling cart. "She's This way, mom," I jerked my head to what had once been the pet care section, grabbing the steel bars crisscrossing and intertwining engineered to carry items without fail. My feet walked on their own, ghosting after my sister. "I don't see her, are you sure you saw her and don't just want to look at the fish?"
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