Cara walked across the street. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going.
“Ned, you know I have no time for this,” she sputtered into her cell phone as she dug into her bag looking for her—what was she looking for?
As she stepped between the parked cars driving herself toward the storefront marked “Decorations” (whoever thought that was a good shop name?), her booted toe collided with something hard. She stumbled, tried to catch herself, and felt her food slide over something. As her cell phone clattered onto the sidewalk, her foot smashed through the rind of a melon.
Unsure of what to do next, caught by the immediacy of her boot stuck in the rind, she twisted and plopped herself down on the curb and began to laugh.