Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I’m not looking forward to shopping. I am almost never looking forward to shopping. This is a benefit of living abroad with one suitcase– I can’t acquire new things since the suitcase is already full. However, to fill the suitcase before a journey takes some planning, so I dragged myself out.
In the parking lot, I exited my car at the same time as a seventy-something man from his white sedan. He said aloud, “Let’s rock and roll! Let’s do this!”
I laughed a little, and he turned to me with a surprised look. I didn’t want to embarrass him for talking to himself, so I shrugged and shared the pain. “I also need to get amped up to go shopping.” He turned red, his mouth fell open, he moved very slowly.
Just then an elementary-aged girl exited his car and took his hand, “Let’s go, Grandpa!” She had a kitten t-shirt and bright pink shoes. She looked at me with her eyebrow up, studying the stranger talking to her grandpa in the parking lot. Yet, he gave me a look of commiseration as we set out upon our chores.