Clara was at the supermarket, basket in hand, walking down the refrigerated goods aisle. “Right,” she muttered. “Eggs…. Milk….”
The sound of shouting interrupted her musings and Clara moved away from the shelf, basket in hand. Suddenly, shots rang out from the front of the store, followed by more loud shouting and screams. Clara ran back to the end of the aisle and hid just around the corner.
Shilo held two boxes of tea in her hands, trying to decide which she’d prefer. Did she want something familiar which she knew was very good, or did she want to try something new? The boxes fell from her hands when she jumped from the shock of the loud shots. She hurried to the end of the aisle, away from the shouting. A few aisles down she saw a someone familiar. She ran over to the woman. “Clara!” she whispered. “What the hell is goin on?”