Tactical Provisions

I spread the glossy weekly supermarket circular across the dining table to audit our logistical supply lines. The local merchants dared demand four credits for a modest carton of oat milk—sheer suburban extortion. Gripping a blunt red crayon with both gauntlets, I marched across the printed grid. With deliberate, heavy pressure, I dragged a thick crimson circle around the dark roast coffee beans and struck a ruthless line through the overpriced bakery section. Civilian rations require absolute discipline. The requisition manifest is now secured; our household supply chain shall not falter.