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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2255777
Flash Fiction
What Goes Around

Standing in the grocery aisle trying to decide if I wanted Crunchy O’s or Crunchy Smiles. One, big circles and the other, big half circles, supposedly smiles. The O’s tasted like “Sweetness” and the smiles tasted like “Honey, straight from the bees!” I’ve had both, they did taste different from one another, but hardly like sweetness, nor honey.

“Get out of my way!” came a voice, rudely, from behind me, making me jump.

I looked up. A man was trying to get by. I was only in his way because a store employee had left a cart in the aisle right next to where I was standing. I wasn’t blocking him so much as the cart was. And, his tone got my dander up.

“I am not in your way, that cart is!” I said in my most authoritative voice!

He looked at me with his wild eyes, actually scaring me a bit for a second! And then, he burst into tears!

I was flabbergasted! I hardly knew what to do! But my instinct kicked in and I immediately went into consoling mode. “There, there! It can’t be that bad! Let me help you!” I moved my cart and helped him through.

“I’m sorry! My wife is sick, I need to get home!”

“You go right ahead,” I said, “No problem!” off he went.

I felt pretty good, until I overheard him telling someone how he conned the old lady in aisle six with a story about a sick wife...

I watched for him to leave. He went to a green Ford, and then luckily for me, left his groceries, and went into the drugstore.

Did you know old ladies sometimes carry pocket knives in case they need protection? Pocket knives also make delightful scratches on green Fords.
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