The fridge was bare
by Luc
· 19/11/2025
Published 19/11/2025 12:43
The fridge was bare.
The clock ticked late.
I pushed my cart
past the frozen crate.
The aisles were clean,
the lights buzzed bright.
Just me and the squeak
in the stark white light.
The floor was slick,
a polished gleam.
The checkout bare,
a closing scene.