♥ Alice ♥
Grocery shopping wasn’t supposed to be emotional. I pushed my trolley down the pasta aisle, comparing brands more out of habit than focus. It was one of those in-between afternoons where the store was busy but not packed. A child laughed somewhere near the cereal. Someone’s trolley squeaked every few seconds. I checked my list on my phone. Pasta, tomatoes, salad stuff, coffee. Brendan had said he would cook on Friday. I had offered to bring the ingredients, partly to help, mostly because I liked the thought of picking things out with him in mind. I turned the corner into the baking aisle and almost crashed straight into another trolley.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, pulling mine back.
“It is ok, I wasn’t looking either,” a woman said. I looked up properly and recognized her in the
