‘It’s terminal,’ said the doctor, ‘there’s nothing I can do.’
Stuck in the mud, waves lapping at her wheels, she thought about her colourful life. Since her first day as a shopping trolley she loved her job. She got to meet the most interesting people: from young singles to elderly couples who had been together for years.
But the mums with babies were her favourite. The babies always drooled all over her but she gladly put up with that for the chance to hear their babbles and look into their sweet, innocent eyes.
She, herself, never had children.
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