This piece was written for the Prime Number Magazine monthly 53 Word Fiction Contest. The prompt was: write a 53-word story about a reunion, welcome or otherwise. It didn't win, but I figured I would share it.
Humidity or sweat, Mike and Meg were both resplendent in clammy stickiness. They’d eyed each other across the produce section—eyes stirring mental images of nights past, of idle days before children and spouses and societal attachments. Squeaking shopping carts past each other, their fingertips grazed, fondly, silently, before Mike inspected green bananas.