Lorraine from Target

Bloody Woman

Lorraine's shoulder skin shook as she panted. What she just saw was beyond all comprehension to her. She was freaking out pretty bad. Had she had another hallucination/coma dream like she had when she inhaled one of Shabazz's laundry pods? Lorraine couldn't remember the last time she had a fix of the stuff. Did she drink the purple kool-aid again? Lorraine remembered having a dream where she danced with a buffalo/wolf/ bear beast in a cape ; all the while Carlos Pena-Vega sang "The Sound of Silence" on a stage in the background. Yeah, that was a pretty fun experience. But this was different. Was that real? Lorraine couldn't recall ever getting impaled with a fork before.
     Lorraine hobbled out of the food aisle, heading to the home furnishings section. There she could probably take a nap on one of the kid's bean bag chairs.
As she trudged to aisle 16, there was a little girl no older than 4 ripping open a package of a Winter Soldier action figure. Lorraine felt rage bubble in her lower intestine, her eye twitching in the socket. The poor girl's attention focused on Lorraine as she finally burst. "Hey you little girly, just what on President Trump's money green Earth are you doing? This is Target not some lowlife, no class, toy party! GIVE ME THAT!" Lorraine yelled, lunging at the toy. The little girl screeched and tightly clutched onto the action figure, running for dear life away from Lorraine. "Help Mommy! There's a bloody woman coming after me!" She shouted as she sprinted to the next aisle. Lorraine made no effort to catch her, for her metal hip was starting to act up. She had her medical surgeon, Dr. Treepins to thank for the dysfunctional joint. But there wasn't time to ponder about that, because just then the mom of the little girl rushed from the aisle over into the one Lorraine was in. The frazzled woman searched around, looking for her child's terrorizer.
"I don't see a bloody woman, sweetie. Are you sure you saw her." The little girl nodded her head, too afraid to speak. The mother scanned the aisle once more before grabbing the child's hand and speeding away.
Lorraine couldn't believe the day she was having. There was no possible explanation for what had just occurred. She had a gash in her stomach but wasn't dead, and on top of that she could turn invisible! "You know what that means," she said to herself. " You're a mutant Harry!" She shouted gleefully, twirling around and waving her arms. Forget that weird vision, she had powers! (Hey, I never said she was the sharpest tool in the shed.)
Lorraine's mind raced as she thought of all the possibilities of what she could do with her new found powers. She could steal more makeup without getting seen, put her hand in a blender and not worry about the repercussions, and even stalk all the guys when they went into the bathroom. Lorraine felt on top of the world right now, nothing could possibly get her down.
Until she saw a flash of a familiar red hoodie enter the canned goods aisle.....