I Think She Left Me in the Frozen Aisle by Sue Finch – poetry

I Think She Left Me in the Frozen Aisle

I had just helped to put two tins of pineapple chunks in the basket. I turned to the freezers wondering why she liked crushed pineapple with custard. Too yellow. Too sloppy. I leant over the edge of the freezer and looked at the pictures on the packets – rocket shapes and sprinkles, choc-ices and tubs and tubs of ice-cream. I put my head right down into the cold and breathed. It was wonderful. I inhaled again wanting the smell in my brain all day. Then I headed for the checkout – we would need to pay now. She wasn't there. Maybe she had gone round the other side for fish fingers. I went to look. She wasn't there. She must have gone away for ever. My dad did that. I stood very still and cried. 



A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Sue Finch @Soopoftheday

Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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