Could she possibly shuffle along any slower!
I suppose I would get a few minutes to buy popcorn if I ran from the community center to the movies. Assuming Mark has bought the tickets…
Great, now she’s staring at that trash… AND SMILING. I knew that look. Another one of her rambling antics.
“A baby-chair and a patient’s bed – one beside the other. The irony of life.
Oh, a baby cot too. The complete circle.”
There goes the popcorn.
“Signal,” I yelp as I nudge her forward.
Crap… She almost tripped. Why do I always get stuck with her!
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields