2013 QBN Story Time
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Yekaterina winced, her face suffused with perspiration. Her arms were wrapped tightly around several paper sacks full of vodka bottles, and she could barely hold them together. Her destination was only a block away, now, though she was not sure she could make it there.
A small tear appeared in the bottom of one of the sacks. Yekaterina felt it ripping, but could not reposition her arms to support the sack. All she could do was awkwardly shuffle forward as she had been doing. The tear worked itself into a larger gash — and suddenly, she felt one of the bottles in the sack working itself into the hole. She stopped in her tracks, but it was too late - the bottle fell out! Thinking quickly, Yekaterina stuck out her foot in an effort to break the fall. It worked - the bottle smacked her foot, rolled off, and came to rest on the cobbled ground, miraculously upright.
Yekaterina could not afford to set down her sacks to pick up the bottle - if she did, the rip would worsen. And she could not afford to leave the bottle where it was and come back for it - surely some street urchin would make off with it.
She remembered that today was laundry day and that her only pair of good undergarments were in the wash - she wasn’t wearing any.
She looked down at the bottle.