Toni Le Busque's stories.

Story for my cousin-Part I

I was laying on the floor in front of the heater, with my boots off, mulling things over while trying to get warm, when it struck me that I was hungry.
I pulled my boots on and ran out of my studio door and down to the Co op supermarket fully intending to get a sandwich.
However, once inside, things took a turn for the different and I found myself detoured to the soup aisle.
I was looking for a soup I used to buy.
A tinned organic lentil soup.
I used to eat it with Rye Vita crushed into it.
But all I found in the soup aisle were Heinz, Baxter or the Co op labelled soups and while I remember Heinz fondly for their tomato, I don’t trust anything of theirs with a vegetable in it.
Nor Baxter.
Nor Co op.
So, moving along the aisle, on the hunt for the Suma Organic Spicy Lentil Soup, my eye was lured by a can of what I thought were chick peas, but on closer look turned out to be macaroni and cheese.
And the next thing I knew I was standing at the self serve checkout with a Starbar and a can of macaroni and cheese in my hand, a stone in my boot and a thorn in my side.