Is getting just a little fragile
The very old grandmother had two dollars left in her pocket, for lunch and a bus ride home from the market. Passing by the convenience store, an image of her grandsons jumped into her mind. 'We miss our favorite chocolate ice-cream!' Their voices clamored in her head. She looked back at the hawker selling fishball noodles in the distance, and walked out of the store with a red plastic bag with two one-dollar chocolate ice cream cones slowly melting in the afternoon heat. Rush home, rush home, she thought, before the ice cream melts, and as fast as her aged legs could carry her weight she walked home, without lunch and without the bus ride. That was the only thing she thought.
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A pair of worn out sandals flung by the roadside. The mournful wail of the ambulance siren. A pair of chocolate ice cream cones weeping in the centre of the road, forming a sticky brown puddle. A sweet puddle of nothing.
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A pair of worn out sandals flung by the roadside. The mournful wail of the ambulance siren. A pair of chocolate ice cream cones weeping in the centre of the road, forming a sticky brown puddle. A sweet puddle of nothing.