flash fiction, Mindset, short story, Story, Uncategorized, Writing

The Food Bank at Christmastime

She says, “Open your bag,” and plunders the grapefruit box. Six or seven grapefruit go right on top the banana. Another line of cans. “No thank you, no thank you, no thank you,” I say to the diced tomatoes, wheat pasta and khaki frosted cupcakes.  “No sweets?”

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