There are no flowery descriptive phrases for it, she aches.
Hurts.
Pauses.
Stops.
The twist of neck and lift of arm, bended elbow, straightening wrist and loosening fingers, halted. A step away from the cart, the following in motion aimed for the shelf, fumbled. Her reply to the inane conversation ear buds failed to prevent, strangled. Thought arrested
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