Aurora groaned when she opened the fridge. It was nearly empty. She hated going to the grocery store. Ok, that wasn’t entirely true, she loved going to the grocery store, but she could never just stick to the list she had and spent way more money on stuff she didn’t need. Or junkfood. Or chocolate.
Sighing, she sat down to write a list. This time, she promised herself, I will stick to it.
She collected her bags and walked the short distance to the small store close to her house. Her list was intentionally written in the order she would pass the shelves to reduce temptation, and she quickly made her way through it. Just as she was standing in front of the shelves with the tomato sauces, trying to find her favourite, she felt it again. The little hair on the back of her neck standing up,
