A post from a year ago, from Henry, pops up in my feed as a memory. Bragging about his latest conquests because of social media. I had called him out for his bad behavior. Ah, there it is. A reminder for me to keep moving. It uncovers old wounds that I’m unwilling to analyze. I scroll to pictures of food and parties and the latest baby of our bunch as I wait in line at the grocery store. An unexpected friend joined me earlier than expected. How lovely to be a woman. Truly. The woman behind me smiles. The teenager at the register blushes. Poor kid, I think, as he tries not to look at the box. He must not understand how he got here.
“Anything else,” he asks in the form of a statement as he waits for me to move along.
“A time machine,” I mumble as I glance back at my phone.
He stares at me. The woman chuckles.
And that was New Hampshire. The tampon of my adventure. We can move along to Maine now, please.
In Wonderland: A Combination Of Fact & Fiction 
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