red plastic bags

Chloe and Laurel walked down Baxter Street, on the sunny west side. It was a bitingly-cold day and Chloe couldn't wait for it to be over. The compacted ice from the snowstorm had formed islands of peril around every street corner, and Chloe thought it was dreadful. But she had needed to buy these lychees and bok choy, and it was good to get out. Their red plastic shopping bags weighted them down towards the sidewalk, their arms outstretched to form four straight vertical lines.

Laurel suddenly realized it was four o'clock. She needed to "go make her peach cobbler so that it will be ready in time for the seven-thirty dinner party at Jody's house. [pause]... Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

[Just as she said this, Chloe glanced over to catch that expression on her face that said, "I half want you to come because you're my friend, but I half don't want you to come because I only have enough peaches to make a cobbler for six."]

"No, thanks," responded Chloe. "I think I'll have a relaxing night at home with some red wine and shumai dumplings."

"Ah! Another Chloe-evening!," exclaimed Laurel, clearly exhaling a relief-ridden breath. She bade goodbye as she crossed the street into the cold shadows.

The sun was beginning to set and Chloe turned to face south again, to carry on their walk's trajectory alone. "Just to feel the sun on my face, " she said to herself, as if Laurel were still there.

Between Canal and Bayard, next to the State Detention Center, the sunny yellow sidewalk was met with the ominous shadow of the towering courthouse. Here, Chloe spun around on her heel and went home.