The evening shift cashier at Walmart said You got a nice tan going there, mister. I said I usually run during the noon hour. What I didn’t say was I’ve run more miles than usual this summer because I’ve been sad. Such revelations can strangle chit chat. Then again her hair was more wild with gray than mine, and her right hand was gnarled such that she led exclusively with her left. So had no one been behind me she might have southpawed caution and said something like
Me, I try to keep busy. All those I loved are gone.
But since I played it close those odds shriveled.
Darkness thickened outside as a train of other
people arrived after me with what can only
be referred to as expressed impatience.
I paid for the obvious. And the aging
cashier, she kept things moving right along.