Which one which one which one she thought. She no longer trusted her taste. Or anyone elses. And she thought she might be fooled or maybe it was a test. The inside and the outside would surely be different. Throw a coin, just grab one, smash them all...she nudged the heavy one with her toe. Of course, she really did not get to choose at all. She was just watching them. Just watching. And waiting.
She liked something different each day, he liked the same. Ham sandwich ham sandwich ham sandwich. Why was everything happening in threes? In reality it was ham sandwich every day. But there was no more ham so it had to be different. She felt another tremor in her lip as they rounded the corner.
Val looked out the side window. She saw the reflection of the packages as they tipped a bit when the tires screeched. She did not care anymore that they were going too fast. She was used to it.
And then dear readers, Missmarketcrash woke and Val evaporated from her thoughts. She peeled the nappy off of the little one and started the day. And she wondered.