Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Story About Change



She shone her teeth. The gas station agent pulled out change. Kelly counted along. He placed it in her outstretched palm. She grinned bigger.

Well, she said.

Well, What?

Aren’t you supposed ta say ta have a nice day?

Does your mother know you are here?

My mother knows all sorts of things, so maybe she knows this too.

I don’t want to see you in here anymore, okay?

And that smile slid off her face. She backed away from the counter. Her gaze floated over the store.

If this is going to be my last time here, she began, than I should probably make the most of it.

She pulled a magazine from the rack and let it drop from the floor. She knocked over cans of beans and containers of motor oil.


Gee, this place sure is great. I sure wouldn’t want to have miss all this.