73. Dum. De de dum. De de dum.
De dum de dum de dum de dum.
Woke up on the beach again. Needed water. Maybe a few snacks. So I headed to the █████. I love foreign supermarkets. They’re familiar, but somehow wrong.
When I got to the entrance, an old bloke caught my eye. He was walking towards me, on the other side of the glass doors. We both adjusted our steps at the same time, staring at each other while we tried to avoid each other. Left. Right. A shuffle. A little giggle. That polite dance people do.
We made eye contact. Stepped in the same direction again. Irritating. I decided I hated him. Everything about him was off. Grim. Could see him trying to decide where to go next, as if the choice mattered.
He stopped moving, so I stayed still. Watching. He held up a hand at me. In warning? I think he was pleading with me to get out of the way. I’d had enough. It was too hot for this shit. I was about to say something. Shout at him, this fucking loser in my way. Then the doors slid open, and he was gone.
Bought a Snickers. Tastes the same as back home.
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