Sunflower Seeds

            I think I’m addicted sunflower seeds. I walked to the neighborhood gas station where I pick up my seeds. They carry an off brand, possibly organic, the seeds are large, pregnant, swollen with just the right amount of salt on them.

            I walked toward the rack where I usually find them, but there weren’t any left. Sold Out. I couldn’t believe it. I looked more than twice, thinking they were hidden behind the peanuts. I had a false hope. I kept looking. My heart sunk, my mouth felt a longing for them. I searched high and low. I was having a hard time excepting reality.

            I walked back home feeling empty, beaten, and looking for solutions.