Shabby chic walks in my direction. Panhandler trash. I shouldn’t make eye contact. Do I have something smaller than a twenty? My eyes meet hers. Her mouth moves to speak. I cringe.
“G’mornin’,” she offers and passes.
I pull a bill from my pocket and turn, but she is gone.
Jeff Switt is a retired advertising agency guy who loves writing flash fiction, some days to curb his angst, other days to fuel it. His words have been featured online at Dogzplot, Boston Literary Magazine, Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 Word Story, A Story In 100 Words, 101 Word Stories, and Shotgun Honey, and have appeared at lots of places that take whatever you send in.
His latest venture, A Story in Three Paragraphs, is at jeffswitt.wordpress.com/about/.