Death Sentence

by D.   Jun 4, 2020


I jog to the newsagents
around the corner from our
apartment. A small shopping list
scrawled on a yellow
post-it note:

Loaf of white bread
two tins of baked beans
4 pint carton of milk
1 lottery ticket (lucky dip)
1 litre of cola
eggs (caged hens)

I pay with a
counterfeit 10 pound
note.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I wasn't able to collect my thoughts enough yesterday to properly comment, but I had to come back today! The title ties everything in, and makes me think of the need we have to survive. That we do whatever is necessary. Even though the money is counterfeit, and whether we consciously know this or not, it's nothing compared to the need for food to get by. I liked the inclusion in the shopping list of the lottery ticket, because I think that can be a small luxury, and just hoping, with luck, that life will be kind to you.

    A very humbling piece, very human. I took the meaning of "death sentence" as desperation, in these times. When it's just trying to get by day-to-day and not knowing much of what is ahead. Nothing is guaranteed.

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