It’s raining again, and I’m standing in the queue with a basket of things we’d run out of: cumin, coriander powder, and star anise.
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It’s raining again, and I’m standing in the queue with a basket of things we’d run out of: cumin, coriander powder, and star anise.
I approach an employee. “I lost my gloves.” She looks into my eyes, must see a strange importance.
A glass jar of sauerkraut leaps to my senses. Thoughts of pungent, vinegary goodness come to mind, and saliva collects under my tongue.
I inch our ancient Toyota through a police checkpoint into the parking lot, open all doors and the boot, while sniffing dogs strain against their leashes.
Shhh...listen. I swear I just heard someone whisper *bananas* over the store Muzak!
I was at the Rewe checkout when a mom entered, pushing a cart piled with crates of recyclable glass bottles. Her son pressed on a bottom crate with his toddler legs. Crash! Smash! Silence.