Georgia pulled the car into a parking space as close to the supermarket as she could get. She turned off the engine and glanced at her children in the back seat. Two year old Ellis had fallen asleep and five year old Lottie was looking unhappily out of the window.
The weather was abysmal. Heavy rain and gale force winds were drenching and battering everything. Leaves and litter were being swept up into mini tornadoes and becoming stuck to everything as the rain glued them down. The sky above was dark and more like evening time then late morning.
Getting out, Georgia moved quickly. She helped Lottie out then picked up Ellis, hugging him to her side. Taking her daughter’s hand, they walked towards the large, brightly light shop. The weather seemed to victimise them; the wind howled around like a hungry wild animal and the rain pelted down.
They reached the sheltered entrance. Georgia, feeling like she had just waded through a monsoon, collected a shopping trolley and placed Ellis into the baby seat. She then reached to take Lottie’s hand again.
Marching onwards, they joined the queue to get in and pushed through the automatic sliding doors which had broken under the pressure of people moving passed. Warm air buffed them but it was hardly enough to take the chill off, let alone dry them.
Stepping inside, Georgia sighed deeply as she looked around, regretting her decision to come out. It seemed everyone else had gotten the same idea too.
The supermarket was chaotic. The noise of all the voices like a stormy sea; children were crying or shouting, teenagers were arguing and moaning whilst adults battled in-between in the shelves and the elderly were complaining loudly to anyone who would listen.
‘You want to go in the trolley?’ Georgia asked Lottie, gently.
‘I’m too big for that now,’ Lottie replied with a pout.
‘I know, but it’s busy and I wouldn’t want you to get lost,’ Georgia explained.
Lottie shook her head then pointed and said, ‘Halloween costumes, Mummy!’
Georgia looked over and saw a nearby rail unit weighed down with a range of different costumes. A few people were gathered around, selecting ones.
‘But you all ready have one from last year,’ Georgia replied, ‘a blue witch dress. Remember?’
‘I don’t want to be a witch!’ Lottie cried, ‘I want to be an evil princess fairy!’
Before Georgia could grip her, Lottie went over to the costumes and began looking through the girl ones. There were two rows of pretty, bright colored dresses and a row darker dresses.
Pushing the trolley over, Georgia joined her, debating if it was worth trying to tell Lottie she wasn’t having a new Halloween costume. Then, they both saw at the same time a wonderful sparkly bright pink and purple dress with layers of lace bunched together for the skirt with sliver and gold stars on it.
‘That’s not very Halloween like,’ Georgia said, wondering if someone had accidentally placed it there.
‘I want it!’ Lottie gushed.
Georgia checked the size and found it was big enough for Lottie, ‘I’ll get it you then.’
‘Now I need wings, Mummy! and something….but not a hat, to go in my hair,’ Lottie said.
‘What does an evil princess fairy look like anyway?’ Georgia asked as they found some white sparkly wings behind the unicorn onesies.
‘Like a normal fairy princess but with an angry face,’ Lottie replied.
(Inspired by; https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-193-fairies/ with thanks).