Bags—heavy shopping bags full of groceries. She was carrying them on the sidewalk side of the street. She thought of that—that thing that had been there yesterday, just yesterday and was no more. It had been suspended and she wanted it back. Until she lost it she had no idea how much it meant to her. She had enjoyed every minute of it—the joy, the uncertainty, the not knowing what would happen when she and her friend turned the corner or reached the other side of the street. She even liked his pulling when he smelled something delicious. Cars rushed by her. She swallowed and looked at the green grass. I don’t know why it’s gone. It was my new goal. It made me smile.
Bags and Tears