She was wearing her shades as the doors slid open slowly for her.
It was always almost kind of scary, walking into a closed door without having to push or pull. It still felt like something out of a science fiction movie to her. Even though she had grown up with these automatic doors all her life, the imagery in her head grew.
The glass doors turned the rest of the scene in her head. Twisted it up in a knot and took it to fantasy land. The girl is told she lives there a lot by a person she knows she can trust. Living in Fantasy Land is nice, she thinks as the knot unties in her head.
The once droll supermarket has become a dome, a dome within a dome, within a glass dome. The future, it starts eating up the scene like a slow painting. The trees are strategically placed, rather than aesthetically. That's because, in Fantasy Future Land -the one she thinks up right now- trees are Oxygen vents. Where oxygen sifts softly from small slits and holes placed around what looks to be a tree but is only a replica.
For comfort.... like how amputees sometimes get those prosthetic legs that look like real human legs. Why? We could make them different. We could bend them backwards. We could make them beautifully lavish with elaborate metal in-lays.
Her friend moves over to the desired drink. It's something green, pulpy, liquid and nectarine all at the same time, with chunks of what they say is 'aloe' thrown in. It looks like a Nes Ice Tea in fancy green. Like a Japanese version of Nes Ice Tea in a plastic bottle. But it's this Aloe Vera drink.
It says it's healthy for you. But then again, so do a lot of other things in here. The girl sniffs impolitely. Her nose is runny, her throat dry, her tongue following suit.
The drink is delicious, and it tastes of money. She can taste the five dollars she'd have to pay if they were to buy it.
But she knows that they won't. Those five dollars don't exist and they never need to. She watches her friend and follows, sunglasses still over her blood shot eyes as they stroll the super market.
It's back to being the regular, present time. It's boring, it's cold, full of odd smells that shift from sweet to meaty in a second flat. The supermarket isn't her favorite place. Especially because a lot of people roam it. She likes to go shopping at midnight. But that isn't an option. They aren't shopping, the two girls are browsing.
Now they're slowly making their way to the wine section. They love wine, the two girls. Wine, cheese, cured ham, and ridiculousness. The wine all looks wonderful. Red wines, lambruscos, Sangrias; all of it delicious. They've chosen a proper brand after discussing and comparing alcohol content of other brands.
The bottle, much like the last bottle, makes a show of itself. With a disapearing act. The bottle is out of sight. And, as the girls walk away, out of mind.
Behind shades and within any structure, colors are different. It's the wonderful part about wearing shades. The girl loves wearing shades after driving with her friend. She's free to watch people, to sneak peeks and make up little stories. Sometimes the two friends will whisper about strangers. Making up little stories about their life. Sometimes they giggle, most of the time they truly wonder about the husks of life surrounding them...
Mostly though, by now at least, they've reached the line. Sometimes it's long. Sometimes it's really long.
But, today, there is no line for them.
The Girl can see the portal coming closer. They're walking to the exit, to those magic doors that slide open and make The Girl wonder what else could we do to make things look futuristic?
But before going into Fantasy Land again, a bright colour catches her attention.
The Girl is a fool for bright colours. Rainbows especially. She removes her sunglasses, approaching the item and forgetting about their exit plan. She is now cooing over the item, an innocent admiration. It was cute and looked to be useful.
The Girl's friend approaches her, admiring it also for a second before reminding The Girl that they should be going.
The two friends exit the dull supermarket.
The lady next to the cute item, a worker at the market, watches as the two girls leave. Her expression of dissapointment edging on anger very apparent.
"Everything ok? Did those girls steal something?"
The lady sniffs at the question as she shakes her head.
"Naw, but that girl's eyes were as red as the devil's dick!"
