Another Mahket day.
Stomach knotted in worry.
Guilty memories.
Split watermelon grins smiling up from the floor.
Never mind.
A new day. A new beginning.
Piles of green beans littered the floor like so many green pick up sticks.
A sigh of relief. I didn't do it.
The produce boy next to me piled yellow summer squash into the bin.
A squeak.
A roll.
Summer squash cascaded to the floor.
A sunshine avalanche.
A sigh of relief. I didn't do it.
Looking at bags of apples.
Bright, red MacIntosh.
Another produce man pushed a cart of cardboard boxes past me.
He lifted a box.
A rumble.
Cucumbers tumbled to the floor like so many giant green crayons.
A sigh of relief. I didn't do it.
3 comments:
LOL, sounds like they should just start out with the produce on the floor at MB and call it good!
I'm so proud of my little girl for facing her demons. When you fall off the bike, you have to get back on. You can now start a support group for those others who caused yesterday's damage!
Still waiting for the end can pyramid to go. Looks like I'll have to phone Ma and get her on my side!
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