"The Chartreuse," by Mona Awad
Briefly

A woman anxiously checks on the delivery status of a dress, observing its convoluted journey across various locations before it finally arrives in her area. When she finds a FedEx tag on her door stating she missed the delivery, she feels incredulous as she had just stepped out for a moment. Distraught over the missed package, she contemplates the passage of time and takes a walk by the ocean to clear her mind, observing the beauty of nature around her.
The delivery had been inexplicably delayed for a few days now. She'd seen this online, using the Track Your Package feature, which she had been checking hourly.
According to the graphic, which resembled a giant red thermometer, the dress had been packed in Marly-la-Ville, France, then it had been shipped off to somewhere called Le Mesnil-Amelot, then Fort Worth.
A walk, I should take a walk.
Outside, the ocean roared like a lion, light playing on the waves. There was a shimmering on the water, on the distant edge of the horizon.
Read at The New Yorker
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