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Who Are the dopplegangers

Who Are The Doppelgängers? By CpSingleton © 2015 (Part 5)


Jess caught up with Karl mulling over vine tomatoes.

‘Get the cherry ones,’ she told him as she moved gracefully past. ‘They’re sweeter.’

‘I wish we’d had time for brekkie. I’m starving,’ he groaned, feeling the sharp needles of hunger prodding at the inside of stomach, before dropping a pack of cherry tomatoes into the basket. ‘Do you just fancy grabbing something to eat here, before we go home?’ He asked as they reached the end of the wide produce aisle.

‘You hate it here,’ she told him. ‘You don’t like the…’

‘Hello again,’ an elderly voice announced.

Jess and Karl both turned to see an old couple, sharing the trolley duties, smiling up at them.

‘Erm, sorry?’ Jess quickly asked before Karl could offer something crass.

‘We met you in the bean aisle,’ the old man told her.

His little, wrinkled, kind-faced wife nodded with a smile.

‘I’m sorry, we’ve only just got here.’

‘Oh, well you have a twin, dear,’ the old lady told her. ‘Your husband’s twin helped my husband lift down a tin of beans and sausages from the back of an empty shelf, saying that they should give him a job here.’

‘Not us, I’m afraid, Karl added. ”Though, to be fair, they should pay us to take the stuff off the shelves, as there’s bugger all on them but foreign fruit.’

‘Oooh, that is funny,’ the old lady replied, laughing. ‘That’s exactly what your twin said. Isn’t it Harold?’

‘He did, Gwen.’ Harold laughed. ‘Anyway, we must be off. Say hello to your twins when you see them. All the best.’

‘Yes, you too,’ Jess smiled, before shrugging at Karl as the elderly couple plodded away, chatting.

‘What the frig was that about?’ he asked in a hiss, as he watched the two pensioner toddle around the corner of the end of the aisle.

‘Hush. They were sweet.’

‘And obviously high on their medication,’ Karl laughed.

To be fair, it is something you’d say,’ Jess said with a frown.

‘And probably sixty percent of this shop,’ Karl replied, heading away from the produce aisle and on to the bakery, with its warm, welcoming aroma.

‘And I thought you were an original.’

‘I am. The one and only.’

‘You can’t be if others say what you say.’


Jess smiled to herself as she watched him stride on. 

Her winning arguments always ended with him saying the very same word. Some folk she knew hated it whenever others snidely replied “whatever”; they just didn’t see that the other person had lost.

She did and smiled.

‘Do we need bread?’ He asked.

‘Nope. We have a freezer full.’

‘Thought so,’ he replied.

Jess smiled again, thinking to herself that If ever a “whatever” was truly warranted it would be after he had falsely stated what he had or hadn’t observed something in the kitchen cupboards or freezer. The only time he ventured in was when he could smell food cooking.

They moved on to the delicatessen.

Jess calmly waited for Karl’s next stock question…


About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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