Life on the Grocery Line

The city streets are empty, available and free on my walks to work at 6am. When I have an evening shift the same eerie scene greets me as the sun fades behind the cityscape. As I walk freely past the normally crowded thoroughfares of my home city, I meditate on the silence that’s only interrupted by the occasional siren or mid-size sedan cruising past. Despite the isolation that I’m forced...

Last weekend a couple came through my grocery line that looked exhausted and worn thin. They weren’t really looking at each other or talking with any consistency. When they did speak, I could hear a slight disdain in their voices like they had an argument in the car on the way to the store. I’ve seen many different types of relationships go through my line in the short time I’ve worked as...