#5. Aisle 4.

The museum burned down, but the gift shop stayed open.
No one noticed for three days.
The postcards were blank anyway.

Someone bought a snow globe of a city that doesn’t exist.
The flakes inside fell upward.
A child pointed.
An adult said,
“That’s not how memory works.”

Somewhere in aisle 4,
a woman picked up a keychain and whispered,
“I was here.”

No one looked.
But the till rang.