The Story of Real Life

Photo by Haven’t the Slightest

I just went to the corner store for something sweet. Whenever I’m either catching or nursing a cold, my appetite blossoms and I crave the sticky, tart hand-size dessert pies of my youth.

As I clutched the pie in my hand and surveyed the rest of the items on the shelf, I caught sight of the store owner/cashier staring in my direction, not smiling, not frowning, not anything. Continue reading “The Story of Real Life”