Cereal Aisle Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighteen :Grocery Aisles and Bold Confessions The automatic doors whooshed open, letting in a swirl of warm evening air mixed with the cool breath of the supermarket’s AC. The place smelled of fresh bread and a hint of citrus from the cleaning aisle. Bright lights reflected off the shiny tiles while carts rattled along the metal rails. Lisa steered a half-filled cart past a display of discounted cereal. Beside her, Bella balanced a shopping basket on her hip, scrolling through her phone like she had all the time in the world.

Before long, we found ourselves engaged in a light dispute over cereal brands. “I’m telling you, this one tastes like cardboard.” “It’s healthy.” “So is water, but I don’t want to eat it.” He regarded me for an extended moment. Then, shockingly he put the box back on the shelf. “You’re impossible.” “Glad you think so,” I said with a smirk. By the time we got to the checkout, our cart was filled with items I never expected to buy with William Merson: bread, eggs, pasta, frozen pizza, and chocolate biscuits.

Hennessey and flagged down a cab. The Q self-service store always held a fascination for Ira. As she pushed her cart through the store, examining the shelves and choosing what she needed. She stopped in the vegetables section to pick up some radishes and tomatoes; wondering why the store had such a queer name. `Queer`, maybe that was the reason for that. Stopping by the cereals section whilst watching with fascination; a young boy hoisted onto his father’s shoulders to reach for a packet of his obviously fav cereal; she picked a packet of `Orin` from the top shelf. She chuckled wondering what it seemed like seeing her with a packet of cereals meant for kids.

I opened a cupboard to find a variety of glasses and old looking mugs, No food but at least I now know where to find a cup if I ever need one. Moving on to the next cupboard I opened the door to find an unusual number of cereal boxes. The four shelved cupboard had a variety of cereals each with the names of the Kingsley brothers written in black felt tip. I’ve never had a sibling, but I guess having four boys in a household has given them the need to claim their own cereal boxes. Levi has claimed the top shelf, the second shelf Maverick’s, grazing over the brands of cereal on Mav’s shelf it seems he has a sweet tooth, froot loops, cheerio’s, cinnamon toast crunch, honey nut cheerio’s, lucky

He then got two bowls and two spoons and placed them next to the boxes. "Okay, so these are the three types of cereal boxes that we have. Choose which one you want." He said as he took his seat back next to me. I looked at the three boxes in front of me. There was a box with 'fruit loops' written on it, a box with 'cocoa pops' on it, and the third with 'honey delights' on it.

Chase already standby with his Handycam recording the test. "Get me all the kid's meal ingredients. I'll let you know if you are on the same level as a mommy's choice or not." Aaron nods his head. He then takes the groceries basket and went to the meat section. He takes a few portions of meat, eggs, sausage, peas and a few other items. Then he stops at the cereal section, he choose a good quality of cereal for Asher and then he went to the milk section. All of his choices is exactly the same as the mother's choice. They waited until there is a man with his kid buy his stuff too.

I also picked up some cereal and bacon and eggs. I realize that I don't have a mug, so I go search for one. Once in the aisle, I see so many in all shapes, sizes, and colors. I picked a traveling cup that can be used with straws also. I walk to the checkout counter. The lady behind the counter is rude towards me. She kept chewing gum, open mouth. I can't believe they let someone like that actually work with customers.

Simple. I walked in and nodded to Frank as I picked up a shopping basket. He was posted by the automatic front doors as usual and was lecturing the cart kid. Poor kid has no idea that Frank needs him working for pennies just as much as the boy needs those pennies. The aisles were always clean, and everything was always in its place. A pleasant small town ‘a little bit of everything’ store. I headed for the aisle marked First Aid and Feminine Supplies. Ah, there they were. Bandages and gauze pads. I put them in my little basket and headed for the next section. “I should get milk and ya know what.” I mumbled to myself. “Some cereal too.”

The scent of fresh bread and roasted chicken wafted from the bakery section, mixing with the sharper scent of cleaning supplies from a nearby aisle. Ignoring the distractions, I made my way towards the coffee section—or at least, where I thought the coffee section should be. Supermarkets had a way of rearranging things just to keep people wandering around longer. I moved down one aisle, scanning the shelves. Tea, powdered milk, hot chocolate—but no coffee. Frowning, I turned into another aisle. Cereal, breakfast bars, pancake mix—still nothing. This was getting annoying. I didn’t have the patience to wander aimlessly. I just wanted my damn coffee.

She pretended to be very interested in the price of avocados. Three aisles later Aisha found herself lingering near the bakery, watching from the corner of her eye as Marisol pushed a restock cart past the endcap of boxed cake mixes. Their eyes met again. This time Marisol didn’t smile. She simply tilted her head toward the corridor marked EMPLOYEES ONLY – RESTROOMS – BREAK ROOM – DRESSING AREA and kept walking. Aisha’s pulse kicked hard against her ribs. She left her cart beside the day-old bread rack and followed.