When I was younger, I used to find myself in the grocery store with grand plans and no idea how to actually accomplish said plans.
I'd stand in an aisle and stare at the selection and wonder what exactly I need to do to make sure what I planned didn't turn into a big pile of nothing.
In those cases, I'd look around and try to find someone who looked like they'd know how to glaze a ham, baste a turkey, frost a cake. I'd try to find an older woman, someone motherly. Gray hair was a bonus. With a sheepish smile I'd ask, "Excuse me, but do you know which of these glazes actually works?"
Without exception, I got great advice and more than one, "Oh honey. Don't use that brand. It's overpriced."
Wednesday, while staring at a row of cake mixes and trying to decide whether brownies or cookies screamed "I'm bribing you to buy my short story" louder, the girl standing next to me spoke up.
"Excuse me," she said with a sheepish smile. "Do you know if I can dip cake pops in melted chocolate chips?"
"Oh honey! You don't want to do that. To tell the truth cake pops are a pain in the ass, but if you want to make them, use candy melts. You can find them over by the strawberries."
"Thank you so much! I'm making them for my class tomorrow."
"Have fun!" I smiled at sharing my knowledge and then realized...
Oh. My. God.
I was the older woman.
Just in case you missed my announcement yesterday...Metaphysical Gravity is out. Like now. On Amazon. Which is amazing. Go buy it and tell me how much you loved my attempt at a short story.
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