“Hey, Ma, come look at this.”
I finished the transaction and grabbed the basket with a few jars of canned fruit and veggies.
We walked through the little booths and trucks that had gathered in the middle of the dusty plain. I only glanced at the goods and food on display. Some looked interesting, but I knew the basket would be my only purchase this month.
The truck Jimmy wanted to show me was at the edge, near the solar panels and charging stations.
“What are those?” Jimmy asked.
The tears came unbidden.
“Flowers,” I said.
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