"They had met at the meat department in the supermarket on the square near his house. Well - met… She had been lingering in front of the handcut Serrano, dry-aged for 23 months in Trevélez, Spain, at 1.750m altitude. Finally she chose the San Daniele. She wore long black velvet boots. Their eyes had crossed.
He paid, took the escalator to the exit. When he looked over his shoulder she was still cueing at another cash point. In town a chilly breeze cut over canals, through streets. Over the bridges people hurried.
Footsteps behind, then next to him." (...)
(Full ultrashort story by K.54 on our blog www.UntitledXXIandFriends.com.)