The Thing in the Produce Aisle

How I wish I had never set foot in the grocery store that fateful day!
Horrors spawned in the inky abysses between the stars do exist and I
now know, much to my sorrow, that they can be found in the most ordinary
of places.

As I walked into the produce section I began to hear a strange sound,
almost a chant. It began faintly but slowly built to a hideous strength
as I came to an otherwise normal display of citrus fruit. Words cannot fully
describe the sounds, sounds never meant to be uttered by a human mouth, but
"Ia Ia cthitrus fhtagn!" is not entirely unfaithful to the awful voices that
I alone seemed to hear.

This...thing...lay among the familiar and homey lemons and limes. The light
in the store flickered and seemed to glint evilly off its pitted skin. This
blasphemous spawn of nighted infinity reached out to ensnare me with its
tentacles as I was helpless to resist.

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