Alana sent Marc to Walgreens to buy a mop. She gave him a list of a few other things. But the mop was the priority. Marc was happy to be out. He had not been outside in about four days. He wondered how prisoners dealt with the confinement. That was reason enough, to be honest, and to stay out of jail.
He strolled along the empty streets while humming Sting’s “If you love somebody set them free”. He knew he loves Alana and he could never set her free. She is free. That’s the beauty of the two of them. They are free. But are together.
A few cars drove down Queens Boulevard. All was well. Marc got on the social distancing line at the store. He was still humming tunes from Sting.
All of a sudden a group of people left their autos and got on the line. They tried to rush into the store. The security guard tried to keep order. Marc was annoyed that he was standing at the entrance of the store smoking. He hated cigarettes. Wanted them outlawed.
Marc just chilled and figured the security guard would obtain control. There was usually an NYPD car near the store. Not today.
The people tried to push in. The guard was knocked down. He clutched his cancer stick as he hit the ground. He got his last drag.
Some people walked right onto him.
Marc had enough.
He didn’t care anymore that the guy was poisoning everyone’s lungs. He was working hard and trying to help maintain order.
The ringleader of the people was in the store grabbing whatever she wanted. Her followers were doing the same. Marc told them to stop. They laughed at him and kept at it. He didn’t want to get close to anyone. But he knew these people needed to be stopped. He knew they had no intention of paying for their merchandise.
He stared at the ringleader. She threw a container of Tide at him. She missed. She grabbed several other things and kept missing. Marc shut his eyes for a second. Then he wound up. He opened his hands and unleashed several superhero sized pomegranates. The ringleader was down for the count. Marc hoped he didn’t have to fight anyone else. He was hoping they would wake out defeated. Alas, that did not happen. They ganged up on him with scissors, soda cans, and insect repellent. Marc shot honey out of his eyes. He knocked down three people. But four others remained strong. He hadn’t fought since that crazy day with Anat. And he Alana double-teamed their nemesis. He began to mix barley, honey, and pomegranates. Finally, he caught the upper hand. Everyone went down. He warned them to act respectfully during this time of crisis and ordered them all to get up and go. As they exited the store he shot more barley.
He picked out a mop.
Paid for it and walked out.
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