Another grocery store tale

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh.” He didn’t know who the child was. People here really did let their children just run all over the store. It used to bother him, but he had long since stopped caring much about it.

Except for right now, as he was trying to focus.

“You’ve been standing there forever,” the little girl said. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look down at her. He didn’t tear his eyes away. “Deciding.”


“Between sea salt and sour cream and onion. This is very important.”

She stared between him and his two chip choices. “You’re weird,” she proclaimed, then ran away.

Just a little girl

She bounced up and down on her toes. The ribbon in her hair flounced as well. It slid, just a little bit. Down the brown strands she had attached them to, all by herself. They told her little boys shouldn’t wear bows. She didn’t see how that was relevant. As a little girl, it should make sense for her to wear a bow. She waited for someone to compliment her on it. A little red bow, right above her right temple. Where she had always wanted one to be.

A little girl with her bow.