Hell on Earth

Today at the “Safe”way, market.

Walking out of produce after collecting salsa.

A lovely maiden, petite, bold, and just my type if perhaps a bit older than me is walking into produce.

She stops dead in her tracks when she sees me.

“Why do you look so blue?”

“This is Hell on Earth, that’s why.”

Neither of us said a word.

It’s not that there is no goodness left in the world, because there is. There remains yet amazing goodness in small pockets of joy where the best is still the best. There is good out there yet, even though it is rare beyond belief, but there is none left to take home.

Do not pity me. I pity you who brought evil into your homes instead of going without what is good. You who took evil in will have the worst of all fates.