Tickle My Pickle
"Come along," it's right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging.
Cherry panted behind her. "I... don't... can't... this uphill is killing me..."
"Ain't you a runner, lassie?" Killie asked with her thick accent.
"I'm a sprinter, not a marathoner!" Cherry complained, breathing hard.
Killie had a glint of sweat over her but otherwise kept pace with Pickle.
"And why did we have to jog all the way up to Pireas?" Cherry kept on complaining. "It's so... far away..." she panted.
"Here it is!" Pickle said, smiling wide, checking the GPS map on her veil. They turned a corner and Pickle suddenly stopped. So did Killie, but Cherry crashed on the big woman's back. Killie barely felt it. "No!" Pickle cried out.
"What is it?" Killie asked.
"It's shut! The pickle shop,
