The Frosted Glass Doors

I went to the grocery store to get some milk. As I took a carton from the dairy shelf, I noticed a hunched elderly man staring at the glass doors of the dairy fridge. He said to me,
 "I came here to do some shopping because my wife kept pestering me to go out and get some fresh air. I don’t know why my attention was drawn to the frosted glass doors. Frosted glass, frosty, frost. I’ve been turning that word over in my mind for a long while. Why do I think about such trivial things?"

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
  • The Sea Slime
    The woman said, ' I am a sinking sea slime; slimy, cold, leathery, shapeless. I live in the mud at the bottom of the sea, listening to i...
  • A Friend of November?
    I’ve never been a friend of November, but lately I’ve been trying to learn to appreciate it more. So I wrote two sentences in my black-paged...
  • Gallery Encounters
    An old man sat beside me, gazing at the painting of infinity. Though we did not know each other and had arrived at our own times, following ...