As is becoming traditional around these parts, I would now like to share with you another non-winning Ad Hoc flash fiction entry for your enjoyment, or otherwise. Maybe one day…
Lucas stood in front of the imposing front door. He couldn’t reach the doorbell so he tapped, lightly on the surface, hoping that nobody would answer.
“What do you want?” The woman demanded. Her slate-grey eyes bored into him like pencil leads.
“Err.. I’m selling cookies, for the Cub Scouts?”
Her purple-coloured lips pursed together in annoyance. “Not today thank you.” She began turning away, closing the door.
“But, Mrs. Hasselbach!”
“Yes?” She seemed surprised that he knew her name.
“My Mom said you would buy some!”
She stopped and studied Lucas for a moment. “You must be Angie’s boy. What’s your name?”
“And how many boxes do you have there, Lucas?”
Lucas looked down into his wheeled cart and counted quickly. “Twelve. I think.”
“I’ll take the lot.” Her grey eyes shone like two polished ball-bearings as she handed Lucas a thick wedge of green notes and smiled.
© Rebecca Field
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