He had discovered the pleasure of writing haiku poetry.
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The store was decorated for Christmas. The flash fiction writer stood patiently in line with his arms holding a quart of skim milk, two small plastic bottles of green tea and two bottles of Coca-Cola. Thank goodness for food stamps. He always felt guilty when he used his food stamp card for non-essentials, but he had more than enough credits for food to last through the month; and besides, he was celebrating.
Only two people were in line ahead of him but the line had not moved for several minutes…
Susan Boyle had a new CD out. Kim Kardashian was dating the ex-boyfriend of Halle Berry. Micheal Douglas smiled bravely.
The flash fiction writer finally got to the counter. The young woman behind the counter was short and chubby. She totalled up his items. He punched in his numbers and swiped his card and punched “Enter” as she bagged his purchase. Everything cleared. He reached for the handles of the double plastic bags. The chashier looked past him and called out, “Next.”
He turned to walk away, and then turned back to her and said, “Merry Christmas.”
She looked at him. She smiled. She said, “Thank you. Merry Christmas to you.”
He nodded and walked away.
The End
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