image: janet m. webb 2013
For Rochelle’s Summer Showcase, Friday Fictioneers, 29 July 2016.
Management installed automatic braking systems on our wheels so we couldn’t leave the confines of the parking lot.
Gone were the days of helping homeless folk. No swimming in lakes. No adventures, journeys, discoveries.
Now, just the tedium of the millionth time around the store. Sticky kiddy fingers. Cans banging against our sides. Embarrassment of being whammed into a display.
Pushed out to the lot, abandoned. Not even enough compassion to return us to the cart corral.
Well no more. The deep water had short-circuited the brake lock system and we are making a run for it.