Lorraine from Target

Day of Future Lorraine's Past

Lorraine was going as fast as her beef stick legs could take her, dead-set on getting her soup. As she rounded the corner she stood in the middle of the aisle, she started hocking up a loogie from the amount of physical effort she went through. She passed each can of diced tomatoes and gray stuff, claw like fingers trailing across each container, leaving scratch marks.
Passing by the pickle jars, Lorraine took a second to scan for her favorite type of pickle. The Bread and Butter pickles were her favorite because once Lorraine got trapped in her car during a snowstorm while she was delivering some jars to her cousin, Chancy Depechee. She was stuck in there for 6 hours before she was rescued, but before that her only source of nourishment was the weirdly sweet and tangy delight.
As she plucked up the small jar from the shelf, Lorraine felt a sense of deja vu and nostalgia wash over her. A memory stirred from within Lorraine's cortex and hippocampus....

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2011
Lorraine tapped her crusty yellow nails on a jar of bread and butter pickles as she stalked a crimson hooded man in the canned foods aisle. Admiring him from afar, she managed to get a good look at the mystery-man. He looked good... for Lorraine's standards. She had been standing in the same spot for 7 minutes, trying to get up the courage to ask the guy out.
The pickles found their way into her grasp when the guy briefly glanced at her and she didn't want to see suspicious. Lorraine was glad she picked up the B&B ones, for it was evident when she popped open the lid and shoved her hand inside the jar for a mouthful. She was so busy devouring the pickles she didn't notice the "handsome" stranger in the hoodie appear behind her. "Shabazz." the stranger whispered raspily. Lorraine felt an involuntary shiver go down her spine... She had never heard such a tender voice in all her 42 1/2 years.
"So you like bread and butter pickles, huh? The big B&B. The bread and the butter, Daddio." The man purred as the toxic smell of cigarettes filled Lorraine's nostrils. "Yeah I do," she replied, " I think it's the booyah." Lorraine said, trying to sound seductive. Her voice dropped down a few octaves, but instead of sounding sensual, her tone sounded scratchy and awkward. But it seemed to catch the man's attention as he leaned in closer, his beard brushing up against Lorraine's ear. "Shabazz... My name is Shabazz, Big Mama." He verbalized, a smug grin growing on his face. This caused Lorraine to start twisting a strand of burnt orange hair between her talons *ahem* fingers... "My name is Lorraine, sugarcube." Lorraine responded, winking at him but actually blinking since both eyes closed.
Geez Louise, these two were perfect for each other.