Damn Penny Bitter

Pushing the cart down aisle ten, Ronnie stops to pick up a few bottles of cheap wine for herself. Making her way to aisle three, she finds a plethora of peanut butter brands, when all she needs is one. Grabbing the cheapest one, she throws it In the cart and heads to the check out line.

Is that everything?

Wine for me.

Peanut butter for the kiddo.

Check and check.

As she stares into the cart, looking at the wine and peanut butter, she remembers drunken nights with friends when the words "peanut butter" turned into "penny bitter," along with the dream she let go of all those years ago. Still zoned out, wondering where she went wrong, she slides her credit card to pay. Putting her card back in her wallet, she looks back down at the screen asking her "would you like any change?"

Yes... Is all she can think.

She taps no, and the cashier hands her a receipt.

And just like that, she walks out and leaves the thoughts of another life behind in a supermarket.

This was @skull challenge for me to write about peanut butter.