One Fine Moment

It was a hot summer day. Clay was inside the supermarket, buying beer. I was standing outside, smoking a cigarette. A young girl came outside, with a sly attitude. There were two long rows of shopping carts, with a space between. She went down the space and hid.

Suddenly, an older woman walked through the automatic doors. She was totally freaked out. I said, “Little girl? She’s behind the shopping carts.”

It was the most sincere, “Thank you,” I have ever heard.


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