Short Story

NaNoWriMo beginnings. . . .

I had been arguing with my bags of groceries for five blocks, juggling and bouncing canned goods and bagged vegetables from hip to hip, staggering between pedestrians and other obstacles like a horse with too wide of a saddle. A cab was too much of a luxury since I lost my last job, so for the foreseeable future I would be hoofing it, like it or not. The phone in my pocket…