A haunting short story. My only reason for going out that day was to buy ketchup. The red gold that would put smiles on my children's faces.
I could have just stayed home and finished the laundry. Or maybe planned dinner. But without ketchup? That was unheard of. Enjoying my respite from the everyday workings of a stay-at-home mom, I smiled at the wrong man as I happily perused the aisles of the local Wal-Mart. I would pay for the ketchup with my life. If only I had looked at his eyes.