Another one. Really Short
She is familiar .
All these years ringing up powdered milk and cheap latex condoms . It all comes down to this . I have watched over them . Seen thierher type before . They are small faced and big stomached . Clad in frayed jeans and lost eyes , they wander around the baby/ canned food isle , loosely scrutinizing cans of Beech® and Gerber® . Superficially pretty wounds dressed in their tapered , bruised youth . She waddles up to the counter , carefully balancing Stage 1 peaches and chicken noodle dinner .
“ 1.53 , miss.”
She counts out the change slowly , trailing her thumb across each quarter lovingly as she sets it upon the counter .
She snaps her head up suddenly .
“ I’m 26 years old an’ I have three kids . I still find time to party .”
She walks away abruptly , leaving her money and the baby food behind .