smelly shop

"Where's my poor woman," says the shopper, swinging around with a moisturiser in each hand, her eyes falling on a saleswoman up the back, misting organic hair sprays with another customer. The attendant at the counter shrugs and smiles softly, then goes back to wrapping a scented candle. "My poor woman, I abandoned her because I was undecided and now that I need her, she's abandoned me..." says the woman, her handbag sagging.