We’re All Learning
Back to school shopping.
Jennifer wanted pens and whiteout. Stevie picked a package of pink hangers. One by one, items landed in the shopping cart. Mother pushed. Around the big superstore they went. Cart three-quarters filled when they finished.
“Don’t they need new clothes?” grandmother asked anxiously.
“They don’t sell clothes here,” mother answered.
Grandmother frowned. “You should have another colour. Pink is for girls.”
“But I like pink,” Stevie answered.
Mother asked “why not” and turned her face the other way.
Where was I? In the elevator with the family, hearing their conversation as it unfolded to the public.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and Espresso stories.
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