The Carts

She walked slowly, as if she didn’t want to move. Her hands dragged two large carts, one full of black bags the other with light green bags. The sun shone on her face. Her smile was grim. Fifth Avenue at that time of the afternoon scared her, with all the tourists pushing and shoving. The way she looked scared the passers by. Her baggy black pants, a grey T shirt, dark fake leather jacket and light sneakers all needed washing. I am not me anymore, she said to herself. I am it, an it, whatever that is. By now I must be a bum.

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2 Responses to “The Carts”

  1. Alex Says:

    very grim.

  2. beccar Says:

    Thank you, Alex. It is supposed to be grim. That is what homelessness is. Eugenia

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