I began to write feverishly, as if the words I had trapped so long inside had suddenly decided to burst forth from behind a dam, as if there were a lake of them waiting to explode outward and subsume everything beneath. After a while I began to lose track of what I had slobbered into the page, the w...

At Krogers in the checkout line the bag boy is helping unload her cart on to the conveyer belt. She left the kids at home, came for a few quick things, doesn't even really need the help. He mentions that the bananas are sticky right here. Wonders if that's okay. She doesn't mind. It was the largest ...