Perspective

Perspective


I'll never understand the mind of a fourteen-year old girl.

"C'mon, Bekkah. Let's get going."

Tearing her eyes from her DSi, Bekkah glared at me.

"Dad! I was going for level 16," she huffed.

"How about trying for level 1 in life?" I threw back. "Listen, please. You promised you'd help."

I could see her mind working. Bekkah has this ability to spend hours thinking of ways to get out of fifteen minutes worth of work.

I saw the slot machine in her brain ring up three matches across. "But you have to get hay for your horse," she smiled. "You can just pick up a few bales for Snow Moon, can't you?"

"True," I said. "But they've just opened their vegetable stand. I'll get the hay, you pick out the produce and that way it won't take long."

Surprising me, she agreed and I spent ten minutes trying to figure out how I'd lost that battle but couldn't.

The stand was open as we pulled in. I walked over with Bekkah to see what was in season and was pleasantly surprised to find a large stack of red, sweet tomatoes.

"They're fresh off the vine," the lady behind the counter said, pointing to a garden area.

"How much?" asked Bekkah.

"Fifty-cents, each."

Bekkah looked at the field.

"Would you sell me some green ones?"

I suppressed a grin. I could tell by her tone that her mind was working again and I curiously waited to see where this was going.

"Well, I guess so."

"How much for those?" Bekkah asked in her little girl, innocent voice.

"How about a quarter each?" the lady offered.

"OK, I'll take a dozen."

As the lady began to get up, Bekkah added "I'll pick them up next week."

I'll never understand the mind of a fourteen-year old girl.

Notes

Word Count: 300

An entry for June 12 "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that includes the words tomato, listen, matches.

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Ken