The rain lashed down onto the car park floor with the force of nails, struck by a colossal hammer. The clouds dominated the afternoon sky engulfing the glaring sun light into its grey abyss. Row, upon row, upon row, of cars filled the car park all leading me towards the supermarket entrance. Above the entrance stood tall overtowering everything there was four letters of TESCO, glowing with blue defiance against the gloomy weather. Outside was a dwindling supply of shopping trolleys that were rattling in sync with the gusts of wind, soon to be used by the next wave of rush hour customers. The huge automatic entrance door parted people walked towards it, eager to be inside.

A cool, air conditioned breeze brushed across their face as soft as the finest of silks. The supermarket was packed with people and the sound of chatting and the squeaking of trolley wheels filled the shop. There was an abundance of fruit and vegetables lined the shelves; an array of colours that could put a rainbow to shame. The scent of oranges, apples, bananas and many more tempted the customers to delve deeper into the shop and the aisles beyond.
Deep within the supermarket, a small child dragged his feet along the polished marble as he was pulled along; shiny, smart trainers screeched piercingly against the flooring.Whining as loud as a banshee, he began a struggle to break free of his mother's hand grasp. His eyes started to well up with tears. Angry rivers cascaded down his cheeks. No response. No reaction. Retracting his arm, he balled his free hand into a fist and rubbed the tears and snot away. He wiped the sticky, viscous substances onto his clothes: a striped woollen jumper topped with fire engine red dungarees. The mother and child soon disappeared into the pandemonium. Cheerfully, a Caucasian woman pushed a large grilled metal cart brimming with empty cardboard boxes. A soft, melodic hum escaped her lips as she made her way down the main aisle, emphasised by a friendly smile and large, twinkling eyes. Curly, red snakes framed her face, concealing an ear embellished top to bottom with jewels. Adorning her was a plain white name tag blaring out 'Karen' pinned on her white shirt covered by a thick vest that hugged her plump figure. Youthful eyes and smooth skin, untouched by the creases of age, told she was in her early twenties. She wore black and white uniform with 'Police' written on the back a custodian helmet stood tall upon her head, there was a radio attached to her waist with shiny hancuffs hugging next to it. She stood proud and tall in the uniform.
There was a shady man towards the edge of the store he was acting skittish. He tensed, fists clenched. A five o'clock shadow of stubble - a mixture of brown, grey and white hairs - coated the man's jaw. It was rough and bristled. Dark, baggy clothes that consisted of a waterproof jacket, a threadbare jumper, coal black trousers and grubby leather shoes clothed him. There was a nervous look in his eyes, mixed with one of determination, which highlighted heavy eye bags. Once he seemed happy no-one had noticed, the man picked the item up and turned back to a shelf stuffed with DVDs. A sigh of relief escaped him. As surreptitiously as a cat, he tucked it into one of his deep pockets; he ran a dirt encrusted finger along its smooth, stiff spine to be sure it was secure. Licking his chapped lips, he tasted the coffee he had been lucky enough to drink earlier - its rich, heavenly flavours still clung to his throat. With another furtive look, he nonchalantly took a handful of DVDs from the shelf and stuffed them into his pockets. His lips quirked upwards into a smug smirk. "Cleaners required in aisle five!" boomed a smooth, female voice. Just another day at the supermarket.