Emotional landscape

There was a girl in a yellow sundress. The kind I can't wear because I'm too short and my breasts are too big and my belly too round. Makes me look pregnant. She was in a yellow sundress and a blue toweled hoodie and she pushed past me in the street. It was getting cold and I had fifteen minutes to make it to the shop and buy what it was I needed. It was some sort of powder for a pudding. It wasn't necessary but it was ideal. "You better hurry up," said somebody. "The hookers are in and they buy up everything. They know the world is ending." I tried to run but I gave up. I was too tired. The whores were packing trolleys and baskets and their bras with everything on sight and the man on the till just rolled his eyes. Apocalypse nonsense. The girl was gasping on the floor and moaning as stiletto heels pushed her out of the way. I was the only one who seemed to notice her or care that she was clearly in pain. I carried her to a couch and brought her a drink of water. "You saved me," she smiled with big white teeth and I shrugged. They didn't have what I needed but one girl handed me a potato and they wished me luck.

My walk home was broken by the constant ringing of my phone as message after message flashed up but I couldn't read it because I didn't have the right kind of phone. It was the yellow girl. She was in love with me. She was notorious in the area for dying until someone saved her. Then she would fall in love with me and my world would end. The potato told me this. Words carved into the skin. As I reached my front door my phone rang but it was someone else and he was trying to tell me something important. I think he wanted to see me or he wanted to give me something. Three girls, sisters from up the road one of which was an old friend of mine barged through. "The concert's starting in ten minutes! Did you make the pudding?" I asked the man on the phone to wait a moment and I searched through the cupboards and found jelly. I gave them this and the potato and a shoe and they gave me a cat in change. By the time I got back to my phone he had hung up and I had eight new messages from the girl. I locked my phone away and tried to go out but she was standing on the grass, her blue hoodie hanging off her shoulders and as soon as she saw me she stretched out her arms and whispered "boom."

"I fucking told you so!" cried a whore as I sat up in bed with a headache. I found my phone in my bedside cupboard and my pillow on the floor. Make of that what you will.