The woman stood in line.
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The woman stood in line. Her eyes stared vacantly. Her face was gaunt. A thin film of dust covered her clothing. The weight of the world lay on her shoulders. She was muttering under her breath. A fly touched her cheek. She brushed it off, unthinking.
“So, how’s it going?” I asked, interrupting her quietude. “Clint just showed his pig, Tanya can’t find the sheep clippers and Justin’s rabbit was disqualified ‘cause it had a black toenail.”
“How much longer you think the hog judgin’ will go on?” I asked.
“Ten or eleven. Who knows? It doesn’t matter because we’ve got to be here to close the petting zoo for the night.”
“Look out!” I shouted as a loose pig shot by her blind side followed by a sweaty boy with sawdust on his pants and a number flapping on his back.
She didn’t pay it any mind. She looked past me.