MILDRED

SO NOT WATERMELON

My feet were sore and my back hurt. My stomach seemed to double up in a manner I feared I'd throw up.

My ankle had tried for the day and was packing up, the pain was now fresh. Perspiration dampened my face breaking through the makeup product on my face.

My breath ragged as I wandered the endless seeming entrance road and I knew I had exceeded one hour from just walking yet I never got to the gate. My feet were now heavy and my spine hurt making me realize I should have remained in the car. Now it was double the pain.

I looked...