I noticed her curly reddish hair first. A flash of red from another aisle just beyond my peripheral view, but it was enough to make me suddenly stop right in the middle of the dollar aisle.
Was that who I think it was? I clutched the cart I was pushing a little tighter. I hesitated, not sure where to go, resisting the urge to duck down beside the glow bracelets and plastic miniature ice trays in front of me. We had not talked in a year…or was it two? The amount of time didn’t matter—just thinking about her had instantly brought back old feelings of hurt and resentment. I had no desire for a spontaneous reunion! Leaving my empty cart, I headed for the exit and the safety of my car. I could come back later…
Have you been there?
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