Excerpt
from “Indelible” (memoir in progress):
I
parked the car, opened the trunk, and began unloading the sacks from Walmart. I
couldn’t convince Jim to help carry the bags. Sometimes he would, but this
wasn’t one of those times.
Jim wandered to the front door and waited for me to unlock it. I grabbed the handles of a half dozen plastic sacks, carried them to the porch, and after struggling with the key, unlocked the door. Jim walked into the house, and I tossed the first load inside the door.
I trekked back to the garage for the rest of the sacks, but when I brought them inside, the other bags had gone missing. After I figured out Jim had carried the groceries to the bedroom, I lugged them back to the kitchen.
Jim wandered to the front door and waited for me to unlock it. I grabbed the handles of a half dozen plastic sacks, carried them to the porch, and after struggling with the key, unlocked the door. Jim walked into the house, and I tossed the first load inside the door.
I trekked back to the garage for the rest of the sacks, but when I brought them inside, the other bags had gone missing. After I figured out Jim had carried the groceries to the bedroom, I lugged them back to the kitchen.
Copyright © November 2016 by L.S. Fisher
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