You don’t know me: Groceries
Gemma Kennedy

Damn, Gemma.

Such tight prose. No word wasted.

You made me cry.

And thank you for the very kind shout out at the end, but I’m still reeling from your words and that woman I can see so clearly. Hell with that. That I can feel so clearly.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.