Melting

Mike was reaching his boiling point in the shop. People were barging past him as he tried to shop, pissing him right off.

He could feel his bodies temperature rise and rise inside his veins, as annoying little brats ran past him. 

One had a toy ray gun he had picked up from a shelf, and was blasting the customers one by one in the aisle.

He growled as the child turned and looked at him, eyes locked as if they were cowboys, in a 12 o’clock stand off.

The little child’s evil beads stood still and even, as they locked mental horns. 

Then the child pointed his ray gun directly at Mikes heart and shouted “Blam!”, as if firing a blast straight at him.

Mike instantly felt a pang of pain in his chest, and wondered if he had been shot for real.

The child beamed a wicked grin at him before turning, and blowing imaginary smoke from the top of his toy weapon, walking away with the swagger of John Wayne.

Mike started to sweat as he thought insanely whether he had been shot for real. The pain rippled through his body, from his heart down every artery and he started to melt.

His left arm buckled with pain and intense heat fluxed through every sinew of his being, as his knees broke and he fell to the floor.

His liver and kidneys were boiling hot, and he felt his throat tighten in agony.

The ray gun had burnt a hole in his heart and his blood boiled over, rupturing through his skin, and spilling onto the floor.

Mike fell into a shelf of canned soup, the tins hitting him on the head one by one, before rolling down the aisle.

He fell onto his front, and grasped out for help but no one stopped. 

A granny actually rolled her trolly over his soft soggy hand, ignoring his silent plea for help, as his internal organs and bones melted inside.

Mikes skin split open like a torn rag doll, and his mushy pea like internals slushed out onto the floor in a blob of muck, indistinguishable from the spilt tomato soup, that was glooping down the aisle.

He was a melted victim of the kids super weapon ray gun. 

Mikes last thought was how much he hated shopping, as he slipped away onto the floor of Safeways.

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