I masked up and went to the grocery store. It had been three months of home delivery. Now I was on my own. I went early and social distanced most of the time.
There was lots of produce and salad dressings. Flour, not so much. Yeast, no way, but still hopeful. There was bleach and a few hand soaps. Alcohol on the bottom shelf, way in the back. You had to bend over to see it. Plenty of eggs and cheese and milk. A few boxes left with Aunt Jemima still pictured with perfect pancakes.
The checkout clerk wore a mask and asked me if I had found everything I needed. I hesitated; she waited for the answer. “Do you think we will ever have yeast again?” I asked through my mask. She thought I said, “Do you think we will ever have peace again?” She replied and finished with “only if people will do the right thing.”
trust the food supply
find more even in a siege
in summer we feast
dVerse haibun prompt on a shining moment