she sat there, alone, in the kitchen. the wooden chair creaking lightly as her weight shifted ever so slightly when she reached for a new circular. the tv so low it was barely audible. the news. channel 7.
the scissors were poised lightly and perfectly in her aging hand. she held them gently as she turned each and every page of each and every circular. her tongue floating between her lips as she bit lightly on it deep in concentration.
she would look at the circulars for four different supermarkets; i want to get the best bang for my buck, she would say. when she found a coupon worth cutting, she’d cut along the edges. perfect. straight. she’d take the coupon worth a measly 50 cents and place it inside her coupon holder. a small victory in the grand scheme of food shopping.