Five past five, Sam literally ran into Whole Paycheck. She hated this storeâ€™s guts but time was against her. She dashed to the freezer aisle, gagged at the sacks of gluten-FREE bread with REAL chia seeds, continued along, glancing at her hair in the glass â€“ it looked infinitely fuckable in this light, she thought â€“ and she pulled open the glass door and yanked out the only pizza that looked vaguely edible. Too late, Sam saw the toddler racing towards her. Too late, she tried to close the door, only managing to smash the kid in the face.
My 100-word tale that began with a grocery store, hair, and pizza, plus some weird fake-looking lighting. Come on, you can do better.