Freedom

She walks through the department store, Christmas music blaring out everywhere, heat radiating from people rushing past on last minute errands. Oh, no. Hot flush. She can feel the swelter rising inside her, pushing to break through her skin any moment now and sending her into a sodden mess with her clothes clinging onto her like the skin around a sausage. Freda is striding away in front of her, pushing her bulk through the crowds, arms full of glossy shopping bags, chattering away and paying no attention to her friend’s struggles. “You get what you pay for, Mary. You pay for quality, you get quality,Read More →