Mocking shadows

A bitter pill I am swallowing today.  I can feel it in my facial muscles, I’m all pruned up, pursed ready to spew.
Oh, I know, the world is not a fair place, compared to others, my life is easy peasy lemon breezy.
Sure.

When my Grandmother died, we went to this bakery to get food for sitting Shiva.  Two of the women there, had concentration camp tattoos.