You have just swallowed your pride and done something you didn’t want to do. Your friend wants to know why. The two of you are driving around an almost-full parking garage looking for a space for a friend’s oversize pickup. Write the scene.
“So let me get this right – you went to the foodbank yesterday?”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Do you want to borrow money? How bad is it?”
“It’s not something I’m proud of. No I do not want to borrow money – how about that one?”
“Not big enough. This piece of crap truck is a bitch to park.”
Silence. We finished touring level 4 and headed for level 5 to see if that was the monster truck level.
“Well it must be bad if you need the foodbank, Kyla.”
“I’m taking advantage of an essential social service that I just happen to need this month. I’m not going to make a habit of it.”
“Have you told your mom?”
“I can’t believe this parkade – what the hell’s going on at this mall today? No my mom can’t know, ok? I can’t move back in with her and Phil and that’s what she would suggest. Or demand. No. Not yet. I’ll find a job soon. I’ve got some resumes with me, I figured I would drop them at a few places while you and Terry have lunch.”
“Ok Kyla. Whatever you think is best. It’s sad that you had to use the foodbank but I’m impressed with your resourcefulness. I just want to help any way – holy crap she’s leaving!”
“Signal so people know you want it!”
And we slid into a beautiful space not too far from the elevators. Sweet.
“Thanks Sara. I have to figure it out on my own. But you will be the first to know if I get stuck.”
“Good. And I will help you drop off your resumes, and then the three of us will have lunch. My treat. Yes my treat so get that look off your face and enjoy my generosity. Let’s climb out of this treehouse on wheels and get to the mall!”
Next week’s topic: Pick a small object to be given one day to your great-grandchild. Write a letter to that child explaining why you have chosen this object.