I checked the aisle for cameras and slipped bologna and cheese under my jacket. On the way out, the manager looked at me suspiciously but didn’t stop me.
The next day, she saw me at the bus stop and gave me five dollars.
Funny me; I thought I was invisible.
Tom is a freelance writer from Southern California. His most recent work appeared in Half Hour to Kill and Three Line Poetry.
This is what our country is coming to?
Beautiful.
Nicely put together little gem!
Says a lot with few words. Reads like poetry.