Prepping for the pending pandemic, Peter and Paula purchased pepper and pork to pressure-cook preserves; they paid for ten packs of pasta, ten-pound potatoes, poaches of parsnips and pickled peas, but oats for porridge they already had.
They packed their purchases into their Pontiac and leaving the parking lot they praised themselves the prudence to pack before the passion of pestilence-pillage would start.
“Prepared”, panted Paula and Peter whooped as they parked the pickup in the porch by the pigpen.
But Peter panicked as he picked up the packs; they had forgotten the beef.
“We should have written a list”
Ok the first thing that struck me was the half-empty shelves reminded me of articles I have read about people preparing for upcoming shortages in the wake of a corona-virus shortage. Then I realized it would be fun to maximize the usage of the letter p… not really sure it meets the bar for a real story.
Better stories can be found if you visit other Fictioneers, but you should really start by visiting Rochelle, she is the one that sets up the challenge and set the standard for the rest of us. You can also click on the shipping frog below.