Notebook 051

Tiny glinting whispers of sun bounced off recently waxed and polished car bonnets. The lightened grey smokescreen of fragile cool daylight peeped through its windowed frame, teetering through on cautious thin legs until the mechanical hum and glare of multi refrigeration systems intimidated it into dull matt glows looking scuffed and worn. Parallel panels of fluorescent lighting ran the entirety of the store, making up you feel as though the cheap foam tiles hovering on rickety wire frames were brushing the top of your head at every gradient step. Aisle after tightly packed aisle of gleaming ‘new and improved’ products barred the width of walkways reaching out with a mess of eye grabbing displays like savage prisoned arms flailing and clawing at a closely passing female.