At The Chemist Shop

Chemist Shop At the entrance of the pharmacy a dead sparrow, no one seemed to notice this tiny death. The bird just lied there with folded wings and eyes suitable closed, ready to be put in a coffin. I told a shop assistant about it, she swept the bird with a broom, into the tall grass. There were many women inside, talking about none prescription medicine, for aches and pain, they were mostly middle aged and middle class and had not yet realised that elderliness comes at a price.... pain. Shelves full of revitalizing creams, promising a young glow and sagging faces bought this overpriced stuff, when a bit of olive oil on cotton swab would be more effective, but not smell as sweetly.