Same As It Ever Was

by Claire Lombardo

why does she find herself taking a step closer to the endcap of the dry goods aisle, getting out of the flow of traffic so she can turn to look back? It’s been over eighteen years, which is somewhat astonishing both given the fact that they used to see each other at least once a week and given the smallness of her world,

She had a tendency, she knew, to turn people into her enemies before they’d actually had a chance to wrong her, just for the sake of cleanliness.