Ghosts of the grocery aisle
A story about moving on
“I put all my real secrets into my fiction. It’s the stuff I can bear to tell you face-to-face that I write essays about.” -
A woman moved into the neighborhood recently. Let’s call her Lily. She’s a decade younger than me and seems excited to start a new life in a new place.
I hear she’s been spending time with a mutual friend. A man who says he is po…