Recently, The Market has been sending paid citizens to move carts of food from house to house. This is the Wife's only means to getting food without the dependency of her husband. At this moment, a boy pulling a cart is approaching her.
Excuse me ma'am, perhaps a carrot can assist your current state?
I suppose so...
Thank you, I hope you feel better soon!
The wife hauled the bucket up and begin cutting the carrot. Her knife broke the carrot into bits rather than slices.
Poor carrot, it lacks that of a healthy one... dry, brittle and lonely. In a way... I think it represents my future.
But I don't want it to! I want my future to be represented by a lush and vibrant carrot... one that has grown old, but flawlessly, with everything it wanted.
An image forms in the Wife's mind...
I can see it... traveling the world. Extending out there far away from this place, exploring with somebody who would offer fresh carrots for me!