A 10 p.m. streetlight cracks through the store window, casts mirrored letters on the floor, shines the shoes of three old strangers in line with a bag of chips or a bottle of seltzer for a Thursday night of bingo or some other senior fun when the bell above the door sounds and Baz Osborne, tall with 19 short years of life enters. He carries a gun.
I loved this one. I am at the age where I totally get the reaction of the customers. 🤣
Wouldn't it be grand if the world worked like this? I loved the flow of this vignette.
I'm very fond of the way you cared for Baz in this story.
Hey, that was a lot of fun ...