Daisy Monroe (foolofhearts) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-08-11 03:44:00 |
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Emily, when determined, was a hard person to stop. Once something had been decided, that was that -- nothing could be done. Today Emily had decided that she would go grocery shopping after enduring three weeks of bare shelves. While grocery shopping in itself was not so bad, attempting to carry five bags the six blocks to her apartment was a true test of fortitude. The first two blocks had been easy. The weight of all the bags, balanced across her arms, were light in the beginning. Then block three came. What had been an easy errand became more like a workout. Sweat beaded across her forehead, and she felt a trickle of moisture run down her back. Gross..., she thought to herself with the intention of taking a hot shower when she got home. Biting her lip with determination, Emily bounced the bags in her arms in an effort to give them more support; however, her second wind came and went before she reached the last block to her apartment. "Come on Em, you got this." She bounced the bags again, though it did little to help this time. Instead of returning to its place, a rebel bag jumped for freedom and in an effort to grab it, Emily ended up dropping all of her bags on the pavement. "Son of a beluga!" She stared down at her feet and the massacre that was her groceries. For the most part, her food was still intact -- though Emily wish she could say the same for her eggs and apples. Bending down to her knees, she began gathering what she could into the two remaining, unripped, bags; all the while, she hoped the passing pedestrians would be kind enough to watch their step. |