Glancing back at the girl, I wondered if I should fork over the cash and get one. The lines were long, resulting in the painful wait behind the snot nosed kid I was currently experiencing.Ī large red sign hanging over the pharmacy advertised flu shots. You would think I would learn not to shop on a Friday night. Why did I always manage to come do my shopping at the busiest times? Holding back the urge to gag, I looked anywhere but at the kid. My inner conflict was solved when the girl’s tongue swept out and the green streak disappeared. Moms didn’t like unsolicited advice, right? Especially from twenty-year-olds who had never changed a diaper in their life. I eyed it, not sure if I should say something to the mom. The thick snot inched closer to her upper lip. Big blue eyes lit up with curiosity when I shifted my overloaded shopping basket to my other hand. Strapped into the seat, the blonde-haired toddler clutched a stuffed pink elephant that was missing an eye and watched me with equal fascination as I showed her. The oblivious mother was at the other end of the cart, throwing groceries onto the belt as fast as her arms could move. Like when you passed an accident on the highway and you knew you didn’t really want to see any dead bodies, but you still found yourself looking anyhow, I couldn’t pull my gaze from the horror unfolding in front of me. The trail of green slime worked its way down her face, moving steadily closer to her mouth. Get these freebies when you sign up for the While references might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Typewriter Pub, an imprint of Blvnp Incorporated For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the address below. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in, or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known, hereinafter invented, without express written permission of the publisher.
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