Calista
Carrying a huge pot around isn’t supposed to be an easy feat, but my mind was going on 30 thoughts per minute and I didn’t notice that I started walking around with the big pot in my hands as my mind drifted on to what had just happened in the florist.
Gripping the big pot closer to me even more, I was starting to feel the pot creak a little by the force I was exerting on it. I didn’t even notice that people were looking at me funny because I was too deep in thought. Well, I can’t really blame them. I, too, would look at someone carrying a big pot around the shopping district looking distraught. I was like those stalkers in those comedy films when they wanted to follow someone so they carried a pot to hide. Maybe someone assumed that about me right now as we speak.
I sighed an
