Shared Losses
There is a dark world you can only get to through love, when you realize you’ve given all you can, and it’s still not enough to hold on to someone. There’s power when you have nothing left to lose.
You think of these things as you walk briskly down the crowded aisles of the store, high heels clicking a warning to those ahead. You pass men, not looking for long enough to catch their eye. You stop a woman who seems to work there and ask her where the ties are kept.
Dark ones. Ties suitable for a funeral.