three things

Three things, a quick dash round the supermarket. James crumpled up the list and shoved it in his coat. Milk, apples, coffee. James made his way down the aisles randomly filling his basket, ipod blaring, head nodding to the music reading the back of a cereal packet. James bumped into an empty trolley, ‘Sorry’ He mumbled. Trolleys were scattered about the store, shelves of food scattered across the floor. A tin of beans rolled past. An old woman shuffled round the corner, skin green, mouth covered in blood that dripped down her chin. ‘Hello?’ Jamie gulped. ‘coffee’s on aisle three?.’

book club prompt 'plague'