The glare reflecting from the pavement couldn't slow her down, even though she was squinting. And what was squinting anyway? She lives her whole life in a squint: hazy, foggy, never sure if what she's seeing is real or just a figment. Squinting was no problem.
The rattle of the grocery store's mechanical wheelchair on the parking lot pavement caused her entire body to vibrate, massaging her exhausted limbs. The breeze against her face, the sunlight heating her skin, and the quick rise and fall of the occasional speed bump all excited her. Freedom, she decided, squinting straight ahead of her, is this moment.
The moment right before the grocery's checkout attendant caught up with her and she returned the mechanical wheelchair back to the store.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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Nice spot u have here, hope u don’t mind the drive by, do chk me out one day
rawdawgbuffalo and if u like what u read, maybe u will come back, even Blog Roll Me
AHHH! Wait! Engaged?!?! I've been away so long! Congrats dear! And welcome home.
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