On display, fresh muffins.

A blueberry treat requested.

Are there any left?

Right before her, muffins on display.

No Blueberry muffins, someone says.

Perhaps a Poppy Seed muffin?

Uncertainty.

I point it out.

Uncertainty still.

Stationed behind the counter,

the lady may have never earned enough

to treat herself to a Blueberry muffin

on her meagre salary,

and yet she works in the bakery section.

My heart breaks a little,

and not for the absence of Blueberry muffins.