
“Hey, Ma, come look at this.”
“One minute.”
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.
I stopped.
“What are those?” Jimmy asked.
The tears came unbidden.
“Flowers,” I said.
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word count = 100
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