The woman stood on tip toes reaching for the top shelf feeling it was well beyond her mortal reach, but determined to keep at it regardless; knowing she would eventually succeed.
The basket came down awkwardly against her shoulder- adding another injury.
She rubbed the shoulder. Settled the basket and got ready for the task ahead.
Carrying it to the office, she placed it on the grey carpet and knelt to unbuckle the straps on either side; lifting the lid to reveal a void of nothingness.
The woman stood up and made her way to the A frame style desk.
Took a stack of paper from the faux leather in-tray and proceeded back to the void, then returned to the desk and replicated the process for the other three trays as well.
when all the paper was secured, she closed the lid
RE-did the buckles
The woman took her card and swiped at the checkout register.
She didn’t take a receipt, but did take a bag.
She bundled up the groceries and exited the shop, making her way to the black SUV and lifting the hatch to place the groceries inside.
The grass was soft.
If you sat too long it would leave a mark on ones dress, so the woman decided to use the rug.
She took it from the picnic basket, laying it on the ground, taking it ever so close to the water’s edge, but not quite enough for it to get wet.
Once the blanket was perfectly positioned, she sat feeling centred. Looking at the blue sky, feeling calm in her body, and knowing that the time was right.
She leaned over, took the manuscript from the basket, and then lay gazing into her reflection in the water and sending each page off into the lake to be dissolved.
Finally, when the last page had blurred the ink on the pages into nothing recognizable, she slipped away.
Back to where she came from.
Marking the end of the story once and for all.
xo -Nina- xo