Glossy vinyl pathways lay dormant beneath rows of branded towers, colours of action begging to be purchased. Their scuffed enamel grinds against stiff trolley wheels that shudder along a skewed pathway, veering any way but straight. Above, the flame of Doritos are thrown haphazardly into the trolley's cage, collapsed upon non-alcoholic beer, a stray onion and a 24 pack of thin sausages. They bustle against the uncomfortable tremors as the trolley scampers aisle to aisle, adding purple Quilton's, frozen Peter's, sweaty frosted fries before the steady march down the lolly aisle. Purple, red and yellow reach out friendly arms of chocolate, plain and adorned, crunchy and smooth, praying upon the grumbling stomach…
Sometimes as I write, I think if something feels too obvious (non-alcholic beer, a stray onion and a 24-pack of thin sausages) but believe that sometimes it's better to create a clear image. With the object writing I usually go down the poetic rabbit hole and get wrapped up in descriptions and textures and feel. It's nice to also use that poetic licence to reel it back in a little.