Chapters

I bought a book in a shop called Chapters.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

The security guard:
'Do you have a receipt for that?'

I rummaged for the piece of paper, all eyes upon me.

I found it finally, and the security guard let me go.

All eyes upon me, I left in a fog of undefined guilt, considering the sodden formulaic banality of my life in chapters.