By C.F. Bernini
Eyes connected. Fingertips touched. Under the harsh lights, they fell into the unbelievable, drowning in fresh, fruity overtures. Even as the pair strolled through the aisles, a rush of passion besieged them.
As they waited their turn in the checkout line, she muffled a giggle when thinking of friends asking, “So, how did you two meet?”
“Oh,” she’d say. “We met over crates of dewy produce.”
He stood before her. She leaned in closer, her nose skimming the cotton collar, his woodsy scent enchanting. Her gentle kiss tickled his skin.
“Next,” said the cashier. Along the conveyor belt went her daydream.
Wonderful piece.
Love how relatable this piece is.
I lost count of the times I saw a handsome stranger in public and though to myself “is he the love of my life?”
Fantastic piece of writing. I would love to read more of your writing.
You can tell a lot about a prospect by looking in their basket.
Supermarkets connect strangers in the most primal way: searching for sustenance. Liked the symbolism and resonance.
This story reminds me of something my mum always used to say, before the era of online dating, when my aunt used to talk about meeting someone. She used to say, ‘if only she could just bump trolleys with someone in the supermarket.’ It was but a dream, though a hopeful one. Well done 🙂