It’s exhausting, pushing a trolley with a wonky wheel.
My sister, who unerringly picks the smooth glider, normally seethes at ‘Seasonal Goods’ while I’m still negotiating the corner between ‘Deli’ and ‘Organic Produce’.
She’s usually vitriolic.
“If it’s not a wonky wheel,” she’ll complain, “it’s one needing a good shunt up the backside to get it going”.
I’ll recognize, as she intends I should, the analogy to my choice of partners.
But today she’s beside me, distracted, thoughtful.
“Everything OK at home?” I say, cautiously.
She stops by ‘Canned Vegetables’.
“Not really,” she says, “I think the bloody wheels have fallen off”.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt is from Janet Webb, a former regular at Friday Fictioneers. Lovely evocative photo, Janet. Thanks once again to the lady in aisle 5, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Long may she supervise the clean-ups there. 🙂