DRAFTING THE SORY

STORY:

Man is walking from the street into the entrance of a Supermarket. When he arrives at the door he stops, scratches his chin and finds some stubble growing. He produces a buzzing mini clipper from his jacket begins shaving it off. He does not seem to notice the looming figure of a large cleaner, mopping up vomit on the pavement, who spots a sizable pimple on the man’s forehead. The sight of the pimple entrances him, and his gaze follows it as the man pockets his shaver and walks through the automatic sliding doors, into the bright glare of the fluoro lights. The man walks through the barricades into the isles as the cleaner’s face watches him from outside. Dazzled, love-struck, and obsessive expressions cover his face as it presses it’s self against the glass window.

The man walks down one isle browsing over the confusing tangle of products, which although neatly placed, are too numerous not to become confused over. Upon finding the section he was looking for He consults his list. He lowers the paper from his eyes and focuses of the shelf where he finds an item resembling the one on his list. He takes it from the shelf revealing a set of ravenous eyes on the other side of the isle. They promptly disappear followed by the hasty scuffling sounds of whoever was just there. The man, slightly surprised, realises that his stubble is growing back again. He shaves it off and puts back the object he just picked up. Glancing to his left he spots a sick looking shelf packer boy, shoving packets of squid jerky onto the shelf just a few steps away. The man looks up and down at the various brands of (item) while the boy vomits into his packing box. The man picks up the brand he wants and turns round to find the packer boy…. Or is it? It appears to be the cleaner, but in the packer boy’s clothes, packing the vomit saturated squid jerky packets into the shelf. Noticing the huge grin across the cleaner’s face, who seems to be staring at his forehead, the man overlooks the corpse of the packer boy compacted into a bloody pulp in one of the shelves near the cleaner.

The man briskly walks past to the end of the isle and enters the deli section. The man watches the deli lady who, standing behind the counter, is shaving large slices of ham off a leg of pork, blood spitting out from the rotating blade. She smiles at him and her long eyelashes flutter as small specks of blood spatter her face. Looking down now over the odd array of meats, including stingray, vampire bat, sea slugs and possum, the man spots the next item on his list. He orders a scoop of kitten tongues and while the lady prepares his order, he feels the need to shave again. Turning his back to the woman while his shaver keeps him busy he does not notice the gurgling sound of the massive fountain of blood coming form the lady’s neck as she is bitten by the cleaner. The man turns back to find the cleaner in the blood-splattered clothes of the deli lady, holding out his parcel of meat. He appears to have her hairdo or scalp on his head and some badly applied makeup on his face. The man tries to prize his parcel out of the cleaner’s strong grip while the cleaner’s face slowly looms closer and closer over the counter, eyes transfixed on the mans forehead.

The man notices the scalp of the deli lady slowly oozing blood and slipping off the top of the cleaner’s head. The cleaner produces a large grin and flutters his eyelashes as the man moves his head to one side, spotting a huge splatter of blood wall of the deli. It is most obvious that it isn’t animal blood. With an unexpected jerk, the man pulls the parcel from the cleaner’s hands and rushes off. While jogging down the isle, he consults his list. An overwhelming need to get the last two items is apparent, even if it means risking a huge grizzly beast/man eating him, it might be better than what fate would await him at home if he failed his shopping mission.

He finds his last item down in the frozen section, and as he runs past the glass freezer cabinets, he suddenly stops to shave. The cleaner happens to be inside the cabinet next to him, watching and fogging up the glass with his huge grin. The man goes down some more, grabs what he wanted and then proceeds to the counter. He is met by an extremely unenthusiastic and bored check out chick. An awkward silence ensues, as she scans in his items slowly, one by one. Sweat beads on the man’s brow and he looks anxiously back at the rows of isles. No crazy people in sight. But no sooner does he turn back, when the cleaner erupts from the check out chick’s mouth! He jumps up onto the counter and roars a hideous roar. Looking down, he notices that the man has already fled to the back of the supermarket, the doors to the staff area flapping on their hinges. In the staff area, the man is confronted by hundreds of papers with crudely drawn pictures of his head, his forehead crossed in red. Then from behind the shadow of the cleaner appears. Crazed, maniacal expressions appear on the cleaners face as he staggers slowly toward the man, his body contorting into almost impossible shapes with each step. A large hand reaches out and grabs the man by the head between two huge fingers. He lifts him up so that they meet eye to eye and once again an insane grin appears on the cleaners face. The pressure and excitement in the cleaners mind and body starts to peak and he begins to shake violently. His free hand slowly opens up like a furious claw ready to strike and then!!!!! He pops the man’s pimple! Dropping the man, the cleaner instantly becomes euphoric and gooey. With a huge sigh of relief, all his built up pressure releases. He slumps to the ground in bliss.

The man, stands on the spot, his pimple bleeding slightly, an expression of utter shock permeates his body. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the shaver