Fiction: Criminal
From behind the counter, the clerk eyes the girl as she darts around the store. Two long blond braids down her back and a pink baseball cap with rabbit ears on her head. Up and down the aisle, her laceless sneakers squeak on the plastic tiled floor. For a long while, the girl keeps wandering. Sometimes, all the clerk sees are the tips of those pink rabbit ears.
A fight breaks out in aisle five so he runs there to check it out but it only lasts a few moments. When he looks for the girl, she is gone. Saddened, he returns to stand behind the counter and watches the guy attends customers with such clumsy laziness that he gets bore and thinks about his death.
All it took to kill him was a box of jujubes. Back then, he was just a boy trying to earn some college money. Why did he bother trying to catch a thief just for a box of candy that cost two dollars? Such a petty crime. Such a high price to pay.
Then there was the girl with the rabbit ears cap. It was her the man stole the candy for. The clerk saw her after he had crawled near the glass door. Under the brilliant sunshine, she was in the blue convertible with the top down and reading a magazine as if she was some princess. The thief got into her car and they drove off.
For years, he thought finding the girl would answer why he was killed for a box of candy. Thirty-three years he has chased her but he had always missed - just a hair breath of time off. But it's only time. He has plenty of it - more than most ghosts, he suspects. Death has a way of prolonging time.
But he has not found her. She must be dead. His memory of her face had faded into nondescript. But he keeps looking for her wherever he goes. It passes the time.
For tomorrow, the letter D, the choices are (1) dayum, (2) delete, (3) diva. Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.
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