It’s raining again, and I’m standing in the queue with a basket of things we’d run out of: cumin, coriander powder, and star anise. The basket barely weighs anything, and I forget for a second that I’m holding it. Right across from where I’m standing, there’s a big brown box with the words “California Walnuts” written across the front in black letters; and looking at that box, I have never felt envy like it — it weighs heavy. They don’t know it, but those walnuts have seen more of the world than I have, or the others like me ever will.
Halimah S. Dilazak is Birmingham born and bred. She writes horror fiction often thematic of the surreal, mental health, nature, and social commentary. Find Halimah on Twitter @Dilazak_HS29.