April 1, 2010
Darrin sleepwalked into the pale glow of the department store. He didn't bother tiptoeing across the blue carpet squares because nobody would question his intentions. The cashier would most likely wear the same expression as the Asian pharmacist on the walls: jubilance with nothing behind the eyes. Some 90's love song was playing as he slowed by the display of caramel apple candles. Too expensive, got to keep going. When he reached the coolers, he grabbed any 40 and returned hastily to the front. There was the heavy clunk of glass on the counter, but the cashier wasn't smiling anymore.