Rutabaga Suicide

Grocery store hook-ups can be dangerous…be careful what you tinder.

Tabitha stood in front of the rutabaga display. Her eyes dry as desert drought, her throat sore from screaming. Zig zag kaleidoscope fractals of pedestrians reflected from the street swirled, mingled with blaring horns, bleating voices and fried foody smells that trickled in through the open doors of the bodega…

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