I dreamt of her the night before. No idea why. Last I knew she was living 900 miles away. She got married in a cave. Now divorced. It’s been at least fifteen years since I didn't show up for our trip to Maine. I couldn't even stomach the idea. Then at the supermarket, there she is in the produce section, on the other side of the lemons. My brain skips a beat between shock and fear, worried she saw me. I avert my eyes, rush through the shopping, drive home to my family. The pandemic lockdown comes the next day.
Benjamin Kieran is a stay-at-home parent who sneaks off to his attic and writes during stolen moments. Find him on Twitter @fictionfree.