I held a peach today like it was something breakable and I guess it was.
The woman next to me was squeezing avocados with the focus of a surgeon.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. We were both just standing there trying to choose well.
There’s something tender about a grocery store at 6 PM when everyone is tired and everyone is hungry and everyone is holding fruit with both hands deciding if today is the day it’ll be ripe enough.