They rearranged the grocery store again. Not a remodel — just moved everything eight feet to the left, apparently to spite me personally. I stood in the cereal aisle for a genuinely embarrassing amount of time trying to locate oatmeal.
Somewhere between aisle 4 and aisle 9 I had a brief, unwelcome thought about how nothing stays where you leave it, including yourself. Then I found the oatmeal. It was fine. I’m fine.
James
Word Spillage is where I write about whatever's stuck in my head that week — sometimes useful, sometimes just noise. When I'm not spilling words here, I'm the author of An Enchanted Heart, an epic fantasy novel (on Amazon) about a girl who wanders into the woods during a thunderstorm and comes out the other side in the magical realm of Lysoria, chasing down her mother and herself in roughly equal measure.
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