Dog Food
Wedged between the monstrous dairy freezer and her warehouse shopping cart, a lone woman agonizes over a package label, or was it the doubling cheese prices?
Weathered, charcoal coat rises above her ankles to hang over diminutive shoulders where straight salt and peppers take over, wrapping around a dry, rippled face, each wrinkle a decade weighed.
Few odd items occupy the only busy corner of her trolley, pieces of dress-down daily essentials for one. The carriage otherwise empty –
except for the overwhelming sack jackknifed above, overpowering, overshadowing, threatening to topple everything, that somehow the lady miniature in stature managed.
The hubristic heap: dog food - more than sustenance, nourishment for the sole companion to one senior in her dog food days.
|