She Wept Alone
She cried.
Quietly.
Her cries muffled.
Muffled, but not muted.
Restricted, but not restrained.
She Wept Alone
There between the snack crackers and the cookies, she wept.
I heard her.
She heard her.
And, she heard her too.
A guy looked back and walked on.
Another woman peered over her shoulder. She barely hesitated.
Countless people in the grocery aisles, on their phones, passed by – without a glance – as she wept. Maybe they couldn’t hear? Maybe they couldn’t stop? Maybe they couldn’t care!
She Wept, Alone
We didn’t know what to do.
A second woman heard her cries. She looked up, wondering where the crying woman was. I heard her cries. I paused looking for a cue from the second woman.
A third woman – an aisle over – began to approach.
She had heard her cries too.
She was the first to move toward the crying woman.
She moved with concern in her eyes.
Warily we approached.
A fourth person – a man – approached too.
“Where did he come from?”, I thought to myself later.
We approached silently, but not not noiselessly.
Despite her tears she noticed our approach.
Without looking up, she began: “It just hurts so bad…”
She Wept Alone, No Longer
Bring on the comments
Monday, March 3 8:51 am
Awwwwww
Monday, March 3 8:52 am
You would have wanted to stop.
Me too.
I wonder if on any other day, would I have?
Tuesday, March 4 5:54 pm
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