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“Th-this… was a bad… idea…” Katherine muttered to herself as she stumbled down the street. In her hands were two large paper grocery bags, both full – nearly overflowing – with newly purchased items. The young woman was attempting to juggle them in her hands, having no basket nor vehicle to help her out… nor even any handles on the bags. Kat could hardly see over the tops, having to repeatedly stop to shift her baggage, scoot her purse back onto her shoulder, and really just make sure she wasn’t walking into a poll. She sighed as her arms began to ache, regretting her awful decision more with every step she took.
You see, early that day, Katherine had an idea. With a growling stomach, empty fridge and some very odd cravings to fulfill, the dirty-blonde had hoped to do something she had been dreading since arriving on the island… grocery shopping. It had seemed that, today, her nausea and pounding abdomen had relented early for a little while, and with this strange (but much appreciated) break from her sickness, her decision had been sealed. She was putting on her pants back on and going shopping!
After dressing for the weather, much like she had the other day – short denim shorts, white sandals and a blue-on-white loose tank reading “I wear band shirts as a form of mating call” – she headed out the door, her fishtail braided hair swinging behind her without a care in the world. Katherine had remembered everything – phone, wallet, purse, even earbuds in case she needed them for some odd reason. What she didn’t remember, however, was a way to actually… carry her groceries. And, after purchasing more than a week’s worth of mostly fresh food – she really didn’t want to have to keep coming back – Katherine realized she had to carry both bulging bags home by herself.
And thus, we return to the girl as she is now.
Katherine shifted her bags again, still trying to see above them and failing miserably. However, a small stirring in her stomach made her quicken her pace to a near run. She knew that feeling. Whatever usually caused her nausea and somersaulting abdomen made that feeling as well, just minutes before her sickness would creep back upon her for another round. Fearing what would happen if it hit her in public, Katherine began to move even faster still. She could see her hotel building now! It was so close! She might… just… make it…
So close, yet so far!
A sudden stab to her kidney made Katherine lurched forward, stumbling in her hasty steps. Normally, she would be able to catch herself after such an occurrence, but with the weight in her arms and the pace of her steps… Kat could feel herself falling forwards, unable to catch herself. Moments later, she smacks into the concrete, groaning audibly as she did. (At least she didn’t fall on her stomach now.) The rough ground dug into her knees and forearms, and she knew she would have a couple scratches to attend to when she returned home. However, her main focus was on the groceries spilled haphazardly across the sidewalk – or more specifically, the upside down carton of eggs leaking yellow goo.
“…Damnit…” she groaned. Katherine pulled herself off the ground and into a kneeling position, standing up her bags and beginning to load the random food items – minus the eggs – back into the paper bags. All the while, her belly was stirring, and she could only hope it didn’t lurch again until she was indoors. All around her, Katherine could only sense indifference – maybe even amusement – from the bystanders. How rude.
The young woman grimaced as she reached for some sort of boxed item that had fallen in the egg goo. Oh, yes, she decided idly… This was a horrible idea indeed.
“Th-this… was a bad… idea…” Katherine muttered to herself as she stumbled down the street. In her hands were two large paper grocery bags, both full – nearly overflowing – with newly purchased items. The young woman was attempting to juggle them in her hands, having no basket nor vehicle to help her out… nor even any handles on the bags. Kat could hardly see over the tops, having to repeatedly stop to shift her baggage, scoot her purse back onto her shoulder, and really just make sure she wasn’t walking into a poll. She sighed as her arms began to ache, regretting her awful decision more with every step she took.
You see, early that day, Katherine had an idea. With a growling stomach, empty fridge and some very odd cravings to fulfill, the dirty-blonde had hoped to do something she had been dreading since arriving on the island… grocery shopping. It had seemed that, today, her nausea and pounding abdomen had relented early for a little while, and with this strange (but much appreciated) break from her sickness, her decision had been sealed. She was putting on her pants back on and going shopping!
After dressing for the weather, much like she had the other day – short denim shorts, white sandals and a blue-on-white loose tank reading “I wear band shirts as a form of mating call” – she headed out the door, her fishtail braided hair swinging behind her without a care in the world. Katherine had remembered everything – phone, wallet, purse, even earbuds in case she needed them for some odd reason. What she didn’t remember, however, was a way to actually… carry her groceries. And, after purchasing more than a week’s worth of mostly fresh food – she really didn’t want to have to keep coming back – Katherine realized she had to carry both bulging bags home by herself.
And thus, we return to the girl as she is now.
Katherine shifted her bags again, still trying to see above them and failing miserably. However, a small stirring in her stomach made her quicken her pace to a near run. She knew that feeling. Whatever usually caused her nausea and somersaulting abdomen made that feeling as well, just minutes before her sickness would creep back upon her for another round. Fearing what would happen if it hit her in public, Katherine began to move even faster still. She could see her hotel building now! It was so close! She might… just… make it…
So close, yet so far!
A sudden stab to her kidney made Katherine lurched forward, stumbling in her hasty steps. Normally, she would be able to catch herself after such an occurrence, but with the weight in her arms and the pace of her steps… Kat could feel herself falling forwards, unable to catch herself. Moments later, she smacks into the concrete, groaning audibly as she did. (At least she didn’t fall on her stomach now.) The rough ground dug into her knees and forearms, and she knew she would have a couple scratches to attend to when she returned home. However, her main focus was on the groceries spilled haphazardly across the sidewalk – or more specifically, the upside down carton of eggs leaking yellow goo.
“…Damnit…” she groaned. Katherine pulled herself off the ground and into a kneeling position, standing up her bags and beginning to load the random food items – minus the eggs – back into the paper bags. All the while, her belly was stirring, and she could only hope it didn’t lurch again until she was indoors. All around her, Katherine could only sense indifference – maybe even amusement – from the bystanders. How rude.
The young woman grimaced as she reached for some sort of boxed item that had fallen in the egg goo. Oh, yes, she decided idly… This was a horrible idea indeed.
