Abstract:
It was Wednesday, and the latest issue of Vogue was out, so I was at the grocery store picking it up when a woman brushed against my shoulder as she skimmed across the open pages of a glossy tabloid magazine. We exchanged quick smiles, hers from behind her sunglasses - when suddenly her apparent husband grabbed her arm, called her an awful and explicit word (unfit for even an R-rated movie), and literally dragged her away while she staggered behind him in agony, silently, from behind her big sunglasses....
Lynn
posted 5/11/08 @ 8:37 AM EST
Well done.