chaosorc

Angela pushed the shopping cart past the cold and flu aisle, the masks and charms to ward off the ghost virus. No one else was there because everyone was afraid to come into contact with someone who needed the supplies, they didn't want to get sick and forget anymore. She moved ponderously along the back wall staring at the dairy and lunch meats but she was lost in thought, wondering about what her daughter had been up to. She reached the area where the wine tasting took place but she was moving along the back wall next to the fish they murdered while customers watched and jacked off or whatever those freaks do.

What?

She looked at him, he was young, wore a hat that said Vortex and the bill was curved but pushed up, she could see his hairline and it was impressive, young man with a widow's peak. She stepped back because he was standing way too close.

I said, what do you think the freaks do when they pay to have these aquatic morsels killed while they watch?

She looked at the tank and there were a couple of sad looking lobsters.

Did you say jack off?

He smirked, she looked at his shirt and it was a female comic book character but with the outfit painted black, her eyes were white orbs, dark mascara running, black lips turned up in a smirk, catlike, and a word or couple of words splashed across the top but it was in that writing that looks like sun damage on leather seats.

Yes, I did. I'm Forest.

Angela.

He stood up straight she was surprised he was taller than her. She looked at his feet and he was wearing black tennis shoes with white stripes down the side, scuffed on one side from skateboarding.

Now that you've met me you have to tell me

What?

He pointed behind her and she followed his line of sight back to the aquarium then laughed.

She looked back at him and he was smiling, his eyes relaxed, looking right back at her.

I think they're hungry

Hungry for murder

She smirked but he was staring through her at the tank and he didn't look happy.

What, you want to buy them and set them free?

No, I want to understand the freaks who brought them here.

Fair. Well, I'm going to go now, it was nice meeting you

Wait, it sounded urgent, a little too loud for the supermarket.

What

She had both hands on the shopping cart ready to make a run for it.

Socials, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and handed his phone to her.

She took it and looked at the screen, confused.

Socials?

Uh, sure, which one though

He rattled off the names of some social networking applications.

Oh, I have that one

He stepped close to her, she was surprised how much taller he was when he stood up straight. He poked at the phone with his fingertip, she searched and opened it, then searched for her account and requested to be added.

There you go, she handed it back

Is this man bothering you?

She looked up and Lionel was standing there

No, she glared at him

Fuck off, dad.

She laughed and smiled at Forest but they looked annoyed. She immediately recognized the resemblance.

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She sat down in the car and pulled out her phone, a message waiting in her notifications, it was nice meeting you, Angela. And a pair of lobster emoji.