A scent of Jasmine rose from the old lady in the ancient coat. On the conveyor belt beside her lay a packet of carved ham, milk, and four deluxe tins of cat food. With expert hands the teller scanned her items and said, “Ten ninety seven, please.”
The ten Euro note trembled in her fingers, as she stared into the depths of her empty purse. She began pushing the ham away when I slid a single coin to the teller. I saw shame in her face as she hurried away. There goes a woman who loves her cat more than life.
A couple of rarities here–both the very well-told story depicting radical kindness and the particular act depicted.
Thank you very much for your lovely comment. This was my first try at flash fiction. :O)
A nice story indeed, especially for a first attempt. And may I just say that you have a GREAT name? Look forward to seeing more from you.
There you go, making me cry again, Squid!