It was a day of self-indulgence: she bought everything she didn’t need, rarely glancing at the price-tags and never dissuaded by them. Her garishly painted nails tapped the glass-counter a tad impatiently as the clerk did the billing. “Shall I move the balance to our charity trust?”, he asked hesitantly. She smiled-“yeah, sure’.
p.s: I owe the germ of this mini-story to a comment ss made on fb. thank you, ss.