Perfection: A Narrative Fiction

The car door opened and slammed shut and Vincent could feel the car moving. He poked his head up and was instantly greeted with,” No. Not now. Someone alerted the police of our whereabouts. Oh.”

Vincent felt something warm plop onto his torso, he peaked his hands out to grab it. It was wrapped in paper, but even that was slightly soggy,” Here’s your breakfast. Please stay put and don’t act suspicious. If you were going to be spotted so soon I would have never-”

He stopped mid sentence. The car was swerving and skidding, then accelerating. Vince could hear honking and angry car drivers behind them. His vision was still blackened by the blanket over his head. It was like closing your eyes on a roller coaster. Good thing he hadn’t

McCreeps into through the sliding doors. He grabbed a cart, and began to mumble a few things here and there to Vincent as he led the way across the store. They were in the drug section. More drugs. Great. Vince never got the appeal of them. People get addicted to medicine and all those awful tastes. He, thankfully, will never understand the concept of doing drugs, let alone “do” any himself.

“Vincent, my boy, can you do me a favor?” My boy? Wow. This guy was getting a bit too close to him. The smaller one of the two made it clear via body language that the name made him uncomfortable, causing in McCreeps to say,” Sorry. A bit too soon. Anyway’s do you mind getting some Baking Powder? It should be in the baking section. Can you do it for me? Please?”

He pleaded like a little kid asking his mother for candy. Vincent nodded. McCreeps smiled, thanked him, and watched as Vincent ran off to the baking section. Couldn’t be too hard, right? All he had to do was read the signs. Dairy...Produce...Meat...Ah! Baking! Here we go. Now baking powder...what would he need that for? Baking? No, he wouldn’t make treats for Vincent, he’d rather buy them. No use in wasting perfectly good time and food on something that was just going to go up in flames. So then what?

“Whatcha lookin for?” Vincent jumped a little bit,” Hahaha! Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare

The hair that wasn’t held back by the clip bounced with every step. Flowing and moving like tall wheat stocks on a windy day. A little ways along the trip Vince decided to break what felt like an awkward silence,” Thank you.”

“Sure thing!” She turned her head to smile at him,” So...are you ok at all?”

“What?”

She waved a hand, as if dismissing the question,” Sorry. It’s just...I saw you come in with that man...you look so sad. I was just thinking...something happened? I mean. He looks like he was hit by a train! No offence if that’s your dad or anything it’s just…”

“Heh…” Vince forced a smile,” It’s cool.”

“Well…” She still sounded concerned,” Here we are! And hold up a sec, k? I wanna give you something.”

She pulled out a pen from her pocket, along with a slip of paper. A grocery list, possibly. She ripped a bit off and to write on it, she lifted up her leg and placed the paper down. Once she was done, she handed the note to Vincent,” Call this number if you need someone to talk to ok?” “That won’t be necessary.” A long, bony hand came out from behind Vincent’s head and plucked it out of his hands, but not before he read what was on it. It was a phone number with the girl’s name underneath. Zoe,” Thanks for your help. Vincent, I believe that’s all we need. Let’s