AN IMPROMPTU FICTION
She took me lovingly by the hand, and I wondered
how many germs passed between us at that moment
and all the other customers she had taken in the same
way that day tenderly by the hand.
Why had I slowed down? I knew exactly why. The
way she smiled at me, although she was only selling
me a hand product.
I enjoyed the way she handled my fingers. I told
her I thought she had the wrong customer. Her
product cost $40 - that was half off - and she was
disappointed when I moved on.
I wished I had given her the money. She would
have smiled again, and it would have been worth
every bit of my $40 plus tax.