Vanished Among Artichokes

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Annie got out of her car and walked toward the front doors of the grocery store.

Two cashiers rang customers through with a frown and sweaty brow. Michael Bolton crooned on the radio.  Annie grabbed a plastic basket and started toward produce.

She stopped at the discount cooler filled apples, oranges, and artichokes. The apples looked half rotten and the oranges were squishy. She pawed through the firm and dark green artichokes.

Searing pain flooded her arm. She looked down, her hand was bitten off. Blood poured from the stump. A cashier screamed. Annie fainted.

Her hand vanished among artichokes.