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I don’t know how it happened, but it did.
Right there in the supermarket, next to the seasonal display of crackers, gift ideas and wrapping paper.
In to another dimension.
At first, I didn’t notice the massive paradigm shift in the stream of my consciousness. I suppose I wasn’t really looking for it, to be honest.
I reached out for a box of 12 crackers, each one made of white crepe paper, dressed as a snowman.
My hand went through the see-through plastic and I inadvertently grabbed the left most cracker. The eyes lit up and a small voice said “Oi ! Watch out! I’m trying to have a sleep here !”
I instinctively recoiled my hand back in horror, and looked around the aisle, hoping that no one had seen me, but also hoping that someone had, if only to offer me solace.
The wildebeest stood there, chewing on a baby from a bag of screaming infants tucked under one of his hooves, and eyed me suspiciously up and down. He then pounced upon me.
I blinked. Twice.
I asked him what the hell was going on.
He gave me a long, hard squint, popped another infant in to his mouth, and reached in to his police uniform with his unoccupied hoof and pulled out a strange metallic device. He held it up to his ear and mouth and spoke in to it.
“Security to Aisle 3. We have a situation. Send the Para Maniacs.”
He then looked at me with a particularly filthy stare and said, “It’s going to be alright, son. Take it easy.”
I was stunned. Speechless. Shocked. Paralysed with fear.
My torso fell to the floor, since my legs, which obviously had more sense than my brain, decided to “do a runner” away from the wildebeest and up the aisle towards the meat counter. They skidded around the corner, almost getting knocked over by a horde of velociraptors and tax officials queuing for dead flesh, when they saw their chance to made a concerted sprint for the cakes and biscuits in aisle 2.
Meanwhile, my torso lay ungainly on the floor next to the seasonal gifts. I recall seeing a sign that read “Furtive Meetings”, and feeling very queasy. Suddenly, everything began to diminish and the shelves grew taller. I realised that my torso was seeping through the gaps in the wicker floor.
At the biscuits and cakes aisle, my legs paused to catch their stride. Unbeknown to them, a 12 foot chocolate log python was just about to pounce on them when they too melted in to the floor, just as the python’s fangs sank in to the wicker matting.
As I fell, in an empty starfield, I saw my legs performing a sort of ballet manoeuvre in order to catch up with my torso. Eventually, we were reunited, just as we fell in to the orange like mess that looked like a sea of baked beans.
I struggled for air, spitting beans from my mouth as I floundered about in the orange tide of doom. But it was no use. I was sinking like a stone.
“Is he dead ?” said the old lady standing over me. She wore a brown fur coat, with a fake fur fox slung around her shoulders, snarling in defiance with its wide-open jaws.
“No, I don’t think so”, said the security guard.
His badge said “Will.D.Beast, Head of Security”.
He stood over my body, as the paramedics lifted me on to the stretcher.
“What happened?” asked the old lady to the security guard.
“The chap was reaching for something off the shelf, when those yobs I threw out earlier returned. They tracked me down to this aisle and one of them threw a tin of beans at me. Luckily, I saw him out of the corner of my eye and dodged out of the way, but our man here wasn’t so lucky. Hit him hard on the side on his head, it did.”
“Is he going to be alright?” the old lady asked the security guard.
“I hope so”, he said. “Luckily I’ve done first aid training and grabbed the nearest thing I could find. I tried to staunch the blood using this crèche paper”, and he gestured to the floor, covered with yellow crèche paper, drenched in blood.
“He’ll live”, he continued, adding, “It must have been a nasty shock. Little rascals had opened the tin of beans as well, using the tin openers in aisle 4. Made a complete mess of the floor. I even had to get some out of his mouth. He was choking on them.”
The security guard reached in to his pocket and offered a white bag containing jelly babies to the old lady. She refused and turned round to continue her shopping. He turned to the Paramedics and watched them wheel me down the aisle.
I passed the brightly lit shelves full of Christmas gifts. I remember passing underneath a sign. I think it said “Festive Greetings”, but I could be mistaken.
I saw a box of Christmas crackers, all dressed like little snowmen, wrapped in white paper. They seemed vaguely familiar.
I was in hospital for 2 weeks. The force of the thrown can was sufficient to cause the razor-sharp lid to slice deep in to my skull and lacerate part of my brain.
Were it not for the quick action of the security guard, I would probably be dead now.
I returned to the store after I had left hospital. Brain scans revealed no permanent damage and I was fit enough to walk and talk.
I found the security guard, funnily enough in the same aisle where I had been almost killed, 2 weeks previously. He was talking to a mother and her unruly 4-year-old son, who was pulling items off the shelves.
I bent down to help the security guard put the items back in their rightful places, and thanked him for saving my life. He was modest and said anyone would have done the same thing if they had been in his position. He accepted my thanks and walked off down the aisle.
As I put the last item back on to the shelf, I looked in surprise as I noticed it was a box of Christmas crackers, resembling snowmen, all wrapped in white paper. The memory of the incident came flooding back to me. They were the last thing I saw before I fell semi-conscious to the floor. I smiled as I slid the box back on to the shelf.
The one on the far left winked at me.
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