Inside Josh

By Charles O'Hay

Lilly walked into the grocery store that was her husband. Half the shelves were empty, and a drunk was asleep and snoring in one of the carts. One aisle was devoted entirely to television sets. Another to fishing poles. There was no produce section. The frozen foods aisle, however, was a crystal cathedral of potpies, ice cream, and pizza. Lilly selected a few items and placed them in her cart. The checkout clerk seemed high and all the bar codes were fart jokes. As Lilly placed the groceries in her car she thought, “This is the last time I come here.”

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