Kristin Waters
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I write things. They might make you think, laugh, cry, or call that person you've been avoiding. That's a good thing. Come check out my author website and blog to see what you've been missing!
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Wedding Socks:
"It's our anniversary sweetheart! 32 years, can you believe it? What a milestone! I never thought we would get here. I know we usually do something special but I wanted to go through those boxes in the attic. Think I'll do that today. Okay with you?"
By Kristin Waters5 years ago in Humans
Moments in Time:
The cashier scans each item, creating a small stack on the other end of the counter before turning and quickly bagging it for the old woman in front of me. The senior snags each full bag and carefully puts it in her cart. She’s thin enough that she can move around the small space with no issue, even with the large metal buggy in the middle. Her movements are slightly stiff and arthritic. I wonder if I look the same when I bend and twist to pull things out of the basket. The slight squeak and groan of the conveyor is beginning to wear on my nerves, as is the thin sound of Bon Jovi’s voice being piped in from some unseen speakers. I glance around at all of the sweets that are placed at just the right spots and at just the right angle and in just the right lighting for all of those last minute impulse buys. I feel a small sense of satisfaction for not giving in and sticking to what I already had. The song changes to Heart, at least I think it is, and with a sigh I glance ahead of me. There is finally enough room to start loading my items. Milk, bread, eggs, creamer, coffee, cheese, bananas, lunchmeat, hummus... I do this for several long minutes before my cart is empty and the old woman’s is full. My back is aching; I have been on my feet for hours now. I hear the cashier speak a total and see the old woman pull out her wallet. I’m relieved and happily imagine what it will feel like to sit down when I get home. I’m in the middle of leaning back in my desk chair when I realize the cashier is picking up the phone to call a manager over, and the old woman is carefully going through her bags and taking items out.
By Kristin Waters5 years ago in Humans
