Fiction

Aisle 18

Sometimes we forget what we came for

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Bob Miles entered the store at three o’clock. Why he was here, he couldn’t remember. Cornflakes? Bread? Biscuits?

No. He remembered he was diabetic and couldn’t eat any of those products. Or so the doctor had said. But what did he know? He could have said anything and Bob would have taken his advice. Everyone did. Take this…