You got all day so go shopping

You get dressed in your sexiest outfit and go shopping. You go to the comic book store Prairie Wolf comics. They sell vintage pulp detective magazines there. You buy a couple of them and that new six sided die that looks like it's made of bone but its really acrylic. You move on to your next shopping venture. It'sUncle Hippie's tea shop. It sells exotic teas, granola products, vintage posters and nun porn. You decide to get that cinnamon mandrake tea. Perhaps that peach mango apple tea as well by Earthsmacks. A trusted organic orgasmic company. You hear a strange whirling sound but you are focused on the teas. You reach to pick up the peach mango apple and the packedge moves when you try to close your hand around it. What the fuck? You must be seeing shit, or dyslexic today. You reach again and your hand passes through the tea box for a second the box is there is not is is not then is gone is a puff of gently curling smoke. It smells like apples in late summer. That whirling sound is getting louder. You turn around and the guy behind the counter is jerking like a spastic robot. The sound is him saying one fragment of a word that is repeated so fast its like a skipping C D. His head is lulling back and forth as he half turns and is instantly back to half turning again. You stare in horror. You hear a car horn outside but it pitch bends up to a high pitched shriek and then the sound of impact over and over again. You run to the store window but you don't get there. You are running three steps forwards and then your back and running three steps forwards again. You heat up until you are a blazing mass of fat and thick coiling smoke then your gone. The sales clerk is gone the tea is gone. The cars outside that wrecked are gone. But everything else goes on. A glitch in the reality code self corrected by the .god operating system.

The End