A Small Bag of Red Berries

When a bag of fruit becomes the center of the universe

Photo by Anelale Nájera on Unsplash

Today, I was sitting in Mesa Grande, the cafe I most love to frequent in San Miguel de Allende, when I noticed an old, weathered woman entering the place. Dark-skinned, wrinkled, and small, she was moving very slowly across the room, more like shuffling than walking, stopping at each table and attempting to sell whatever it was…