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Science fiction · Romance · Mystery — depending which way you tilt it
A man drops to the floor of an impossible grocery store to gather a stranger’s spilled purse, and hands back a lipstick in the exact shade the woman who left him used to wear. The store is too small on the outside and goes on forever inside. Nobody asks why. A quiet story about two lonely people — and a place that may be arranging them.
I don’t know yet whether it’s a short story, a stranger thing with the store at the center of it, or a slow romance that happens to be set somewhere that shouldn’t exist. I’m telling you that on purpose. Some stories declare themselves; this one is still deciding.
When it knows what it is, the rest of it will have a home here.