This weeks prompts:
- Time to excavate our relationship
- A twenty dollar shine on ten dollar boots
- It’s a handicapped spot
I found Marni in the parking lot at the market. She was scurrying back and forth
pushing stacks of shopping carts around.
What the hell are you doing Marni?
Collecting shopping carts. Why?
You know that they have people who work here that do that, don’t you?
You don’t have to do it.
Go home, Ed. It’s probably going to get ugly soon.
Marni, what are you going to do?
I’m just gathering their carts…
… they’re scattered all over the lot.
Need to be consolidated. I’m helping them, see.
Where are you going to put their carts Mar?
I’m going to put some of them in those parking spots.
Starting with the one over there.
It’s a handicapped spot.
You can’t put all their carts in that handicapped spot!
Jeeze, Ed. I know that. There are way too many carts for that one spot.
What are you going to do with the rest of the carts then?
I’m thinking of blocking the doors. I’m thinking that would be a good idea.
Why? What did they do to you?
To me? Nothing to me, but they’re not going to fuck with my Grandma anymore.
She looked over by the entrance to the lot.
I followed her gaze
and saw her car parked and ready for a quick getaway.
I saw her Grandma sitting in
the front passenger seat, smiling.
I waved and she waved back.
She was a sweet woman who never had an unkind word for anybody.
we have to get them all staged before we push them in front of the doors.
Let me help.
Have you gotten the ones from the far end of the lot yet? Down by the Home Center?
You better hurry.
I tucked my head down and started jogging in
the direction of the Home Center.