New Hampshire

A post from Henry pops up in my feed. Bragging about his latest conquests because of social media. Ah, there it is. A reminder for me to move along. It uncovers old wounds that I am unwilling to analyze. I scroll on 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 has 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 to myself, 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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: