She had been carefully navigating her way through the busy crowds of shoppers when a woman, dressed in pink, smiling before a washing machine, threw a cocktail of red wine, beetroot juice and tomato ketchup over her white blouse.
“Zippo! The washing powder that’s guaranteed to keep your whites white!”
A crowd watched in anticipation as Zippo spectacularly failed to live up to its guarantee.
Megan stared at the stain, horrified.
She had been carefully navigating her way through the busy crowds of shoppers when a loud crack sounded above the noise. A small red flower budded and blossomed just above her heart.
Two people fell. Megan, folding gently down to the floor and a young teenager wrestled to the ground by two burly men, rifle wrenched from his grasp.
The future held no promise for either of them.
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