The Wheels, Part 2
The noise they made. It was like a dentist’s drill, sharp and unbearable to have to listen to. The physical strength to push the cart up and down the streets was amazing. Where did it come from? All the stuff she had piled up in the cart, the red cart first; then the black suitcase. The stuff just kept coming, free stuff, useful stuff. Some of the stuff let her fantasize. When she saw it, she pretended her life was different—different and better. She wasn’t out there anymore; she wasn’t getting caught in the rain most of the time.