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Love In A Jam
A Short Story
Ahmed pushed the squeaky shopping cart toward a corral. The day was overcast. He glanced at the useless sleeves of his sweatshirt. The thing was too thin to keep him adequately warm.
October had arrived, and his mother was in full “wedding planner” mode for his upcoming winter wedding. He had never seen her quite this excited before.
He shivered.
He usually hated the mundane chore of going to the grocery store, wheeling through the aisles, and then loading up groceries into the trunk of his car.
These days, however, he felt great relief on this errand, particularly at odd hours. The store would be relatively empty, and he would amble slowly through the aisles, contemplating the items closely.
He’d even venture into sections that he had no use for. Though Ahmed previously had a lukewarm interest in sweets, now, jams, jellies, and other preservatives had become a hobby of sorts.
“Don’t you think the classwork is a bit much?” the man questioned Ahmed as the professor droned on endlessly about the benefits of writing clean code.
They were uncomfortably seated in the wooden lecture hall chairs, their laptops precariously perched on shoddy retractable desks.
