If it wasn’t a law for everyone that the worst outcome would always happen, then it was for Lilith. Her plastic grocery bag had broken, and if the evidence weren’t blowing away in the wind, the blonde woman might have seen it was being reused.
She scrambled to collect the cans. The first had already split beans on the sidewalk— shabby thing would have been on clearance sale even if she could have legally purchased it. A faint splash told her all she needed to know of the second; it wouldn’t take a detective to trace it to the sewer opening a hair away, on the side of the road.
"I was.” But she had to stay calm; this woman could throw her down the stormwater drain after the can, considering her size.
And considering her size, Lilith should have avoided her. Stupid. She tossed aside her anger and settled on disappointment. Sometimes, people still threw out full boxes of graham crackers or things like that, just because they were a day past the expiration date. She tried to look about for a family’s garbage bin— only for her eyes to settle on the blonde woman again.
Right. She had almost forgotten already.
"I’m fine, ma’am," she said, in a steady tone. The cracked-open can of beans smelled to high heaven. "… It wasn’t important."
——— ✝ They shared similar needs--as did everyone, of course. Though, upon further inspection--which wasn't too close, considering the aftershock of embarrassment that still splashed itself across the woman's face in the form of a deep blush--it was finally deduced that their needs were actually of the same breed; it was a rarity when Mother brought home any name brands--especially candied items. Isaac's eyes would light up and sparkle at the sight of carefully opening a box of Lucky Charms to not only find what he had expected, colorful marshmallow treats among whole grain cereal bits, but that there had been a toy, albeit small, included--it was a spark of life that was foreign to his mother; she wouldn't pay much attention to his many 'thank-yous' until he actually walked over and pressed himself into her side, prompting her to flinch before slowly--hesitantly--enveloping her son within the same arms that held him as a newborn. And now, taking the girl's appearance and age into account as well, Isaac's mother felt worse.
(just go to the store and get your items get over yourself WHO CARES)
Her eyes hit the pavement for a few moments of silence; they glanced over the split mess--indiviual beans lie scattered everywhere as the sauce painted itself across the walkway, bloodied remains of the massacre. The oncoming gust of wind was strong enough to blow her necklace over; the cold, metallic feel of the silver cross flipped over against her warm chest, sending a shiver through her body both mentally and physically.
Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ғᴏʀ sᴜᴄʜ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Gᴏᴅ.
Mother was a frugal woman; never would a day come in which she went to the store and had purchased all of their sufficient needs whilst spending all of the money that she had brought. The extra was usually set aside for any sort of emergency that she may encounter. And although this wouldn't be considered an emergency, the guilt eating at her insides alongside the Lord's words had finally concluded her pondering and together they proposed her final decision. She couldn't bear that disappointed stare; it was the same that night when Mother couldn't find Guppy after he had ran away a few hours prior.
She began talking, starting up slowly once more. ❛ If you wouldn't mind walking back to the store, I'd be willing to purchase everything that you picked out for yourself. ❜ A subtle apology--almost like some sort of a peace treaty.
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