Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is dry lips
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This is the last part in the short freewrite series "The Wrong Guy". You can find the parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I stand there. Still. Perfectly Still. My hands raised in the air.
My lips are dry, so is my mouth, so when my tongue finds my lips to moisten them it just feels like sandpaper ripping of the skin.
"Hold on, sir," the woman says again. I flinch when she puts her hand on my shoulder, thinking she was going to hurt me, again. "Sir, can I validate your parking?"
My parking?
Oh, yes. I'd almost forgotten. I wonder how long I'd been here, in the Mall? I'd only nipped in to pick up some groceries from the new organic shop on the second floor. They have done things to my memory.
How long have I been here?
How big will my parking bill be? I smell the odour of her orange blossom scent as I rummage around in my jacket pocket for the crumpled ticket. I find it and hold it up. She takes it gently from me, and then gives it back a few seconds later.
"Please sir," she says again. "Accept my appolgies once more. It was a genuine mistake. We hope we'll see you again soon. Have a nice day!"
I nod, and leave the Organic Superstore, thinking it is highly likely I won't return.