The Shape of It
Grief births an uncontrollable beast.
Jeanette held a bag of frozen vegetables. In a daze she read the ingredients. Carrots, yes. Peas, certainly. Broccoli, obviously. Sodium ascorbate, no, that doesn’t seem right. Everything was so simple and perfect until sodium ascorbate. She felt a sting as she brought the bag up to her bruised cheek.
The man sitting across…