Her star never hung high, but when it fell it burned up brighter than any of the others. In her quiet dress behind the cash register her talents taunted her, and she was ashamed. As a student she outshone her peers, and there was never any doubt that she, in all her sparkling champagne brilliance, would one day be somebody. Years passed, and when "one day" had come, she found herself lost completely. Tucked away in the produce aisle, the future shimmered before her like a desperate hallucination in the driest corner of the earth. An island of cold anticipation in the light. A spotlight on the body.