Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Passing the produce market, a woman in a pink coat walks alongside her preschool child, and calls over her shoulder to her own mother who has stopped at the tempting piles of strawberries. The older woman takes one. She eats it.
The daughter calls, “Mama, don’t do that,” nodding knowingly toward the littlest one, who can also pick up such things as habits and unpurchased strawberries. “Don’t do that please,” she tries again to plead with her parent, who carefully selects another and walks along with a third, shoplifted strawberry in her hand, boldly approaching two boys who work there through long days and late nights. Grandma notices the boys, and she slows her pace significantly. She is suddenly frail. She hunches and waves at the boys like someone confused and blameless–but still taking a sample.