TROLLEY DOLLIES
“Will you
look at her, Mavis! Stuck up cow.”
“Thinks
she’s too good for us because Waitrose carries a better class of shopping.”
Betty
sniffed. “She still gets dumped in the same car park, though.”
Mavis leaned in confidentially. “Those trolleys with the posh wheels are always getting nicked.
I heard her cousin’s living on the streets full of a bag-lady’s stuff.”
“No!”
Betty was briefly diverted, but then a chilly wind blew and she creaked
dolefully. “She’ll be as rusty as us soon if this flood water doesn’t go down –
my wheels are bloody freezing!”
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Janet Webb took this photo which is this week's prompt for Friday Fictioneers, the group hosted by Rochelle. Follow the link on her blog
