She was slowly wandering through the pharmacy section at Walmart. Her expression was blank. Not sad, not angry, not anything. Just tired.
It’s hard to say how old she was. Maybe 65, maybe 70? Who knows? It was about 50 degrees outside, but she was bundled as though it was below freezing. She seemed lost in her own little world.
Was she sick? Was she lonely? I couldn’t tell as we scanned the same shelves.
“They sure make it confusing to find what you’re looking for in here, don’t they?” I said, not sure whether she wanted to be friendly. She didn’t respond for a long moment.
“Yes, they do,” she said. She paused. “I don’t even remember what I’m here for now. I just don’t want to go home yet.”
‘I understand all you’re saying, but what if I’ve waited too late?’
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
I accept others’ amateur media, but I expect myself to be a pro
If you live by your principles, others won’t control your actions
How could we take responsibility but avoid self-destructive shame?
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone