Sarah Selecky's prompt for the weekend was: Write a scene that takes place in the cereal aisle of a grocery store.
White quick steps, on his tip toes.
Black slow meanderer, feet firmly planted.
Ooh, yellow jittery meanderer. A heal walker. I haven't seen one of those in a while.
Pink tapper, small, next to a larger--what color is that? Pinkish blue?
Runner, red and black. Running flat. That's going to cause problems later.
Oh, man. Smelly, dirty--FEET?! Didn't they know they weren't allowed to shop naked?
White, pristine and new. Practically dancing, lifting onto toes, settling back down.
Uh-oh. Little ones. I can hear them coming.... Yup. Green is fast, pounding. Yellow following--oops, not just yellow, yellow with hints of blue. Ah, and pink comes last, small. Don't stop. None of you stop.
Too late. Green stopped. And... Yellow has disappeared.
I braced myself for the impact less than a second before it came. I should have been prepared. Whenever the little ones came in groups, there was always a--KABOOM!
The kids landed first, but I had braced for them. It was all the boxes that started hitting me, jabbing me with their sharp corners, that truly hurt. I tried to make myself hard, to keep from being damaged, but each cereal box corner felt like the wires of a cleaning brush digging into me. This number of boxes falling meant only one thing--the shelves were going to come, too.
Green and yellow were back up, running. But pink one stopped. Tiny trembling hands touched me. And I was suddenly alert. Pink one was in the wrong place. Pink one would get hurt!
I shifted, flexing, buckling, moving, and pink one slipped. Ooh, unicorn pocketed jeans. I angled up behind the jeans, just enough to get pink unicorn with the trembling hands sliding. And I moved until I slid her out past my end. I couldn't go any further, but I nudged main aisle until I felt his acknowledgement of her safety.
I ached. I hadn't moved like that in years.
And then the shelves came crashing down.