Suzanne: A San Francisco Story Chapter 3

3.

Everytime Destiny went into Golden Gate Market, the floor was sticky. It was as if someone decided as a way to play a cruel prank on the store’s owner, they’d pour soda all over the floor, let it sit for an hour, and then return to dry it with dirty bath towels, so the floor would make a nauseating squelch noise anytime a customer would take a step. She walked over to the refrigerated section to grab a can of iced tea: squelch, squelch, squelch! She walked back to the counter: squelch, squelch, squelch!

“Anything else?” Asked the man behind the counter.

“Yeah, some magnums,” She casually replied, as she turned back to the aisle to grab the condoms.

squelch, squelch, squelch!

“Oh, I guess someone’s a big boy,” He said with a faux-humorous tone in an attempt to disguise how uncomfortable he was.

“They all want to feel that way, I guess.” She replied

The awkward pause made the squelches seem louder.

He avoided eye contact for the rest of their interaction.

She paid and squelched back outside. She wasn’t in the mood to humor the clerk. A headache unlike anything she had experienced prior had plagued her. Her vision lacked clarity, yet she didn’t feel dizzy. Her eyes seemed to possess a thin filter that robbed everything around her of its natural definition. She continued down the street, although her legs were numb. She was walking, but it felt like a glide. Her body lacked sensation. The sidewalk acted as a conveyor belt, until it couldn’t. She collapsed onto the street. Her head hit the concrete hard enough for it to bounce. There was no pain. She felt the need to get up, but didn’t attempt to. Something told her to accept this. In that moment, the pavement felt as comfortable as any bed she had ever slept on. She was tired. This was a chance to get some rest. Her consciousness faded.