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.
The Supermarket
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.
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