Black

grocery store. 9 30 am. bacon, still drunk

i approach the cashier. a lady is in line in front of me. she smelled of elderberries i thought. blue wool sweater, a vibe of a cat filled house filled with decorative bowls. yes, many. damn that jysk. not even a real word.
im stunned as im snapped out of my feline filled thoughts when she says "you dear look exactly like my son"
well fuck me, there goes my chance at hittin it.
"well your son must be one handsome young fellow" i say modestly.
she smiles and nods "yeeeeeeeeeess". her voice was like a leamers cry when the moon is full on a dark winters eve.

then she asks me for a favor. i ask what'tis.
part two coming next time.

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