Heartache

Sat, 16 Nov 2024 19:48:03 +0000

I seize in the middle of the aisle. The bags of cereal sit around me, pointing their round bellies at my still figure, moving ever closer, trapping me in. A sea of plastic closes in on my shadow; then, around my legs, my fingers, my neck, my mouth. My one free eye detects someone approaching from the opposite end. I am powerless to stop her strides. She doesn’t seem to detect me at first, but then she does.

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Heartache