I was way too young to buy cigarettes, but my mom knew Mr. Albers, the store owner, and she gave me a note saying it was okay.
That was about 70 years ago. Now I live in a place where I’m not allowed to smoke. I wish I had a note.
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I used to ride my bike to the store for my mom. I bought all our groceries. We had only one car, and my dad drove it to work.
I was way too young to buy cigarettes, but my mom knew Mr. Albers, the store owner, and she gave me a note saying it was okay. That was about 70 years ago. Now I live in a place where I’m not allowed to smoke. I wish I had a note.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
6/11/2020 08:02:33 am
Ha Ha. What a twist! Well done, Don.
peppermint
6/11/2020 11:39:53 am
TIMING IS EVERYTHING!
Susan Reid
6/11/2020 11:44:35 am
Nice story in few words.
Pamela Kennedy
6/11/2020 01:09:41 pm
Don, your story brought back memories of doing that for my mom...boy, times have changed.
Bobby Warner
6/11/2020 02:11:05 pm
A near perfect flash fiction story, Don. Take five stars on this one!
Kathy K.
6/11/2020 03:15:41 pm
Thank you for the smile, Don. You are a master at delivering the unexpected.
David
7/11/2020 11:28:50 am
Great, as always, Don. I'm enjoying your latest book too. 7/11/2020 12:53:53 pm
I'm delighted your enjoying the stories in New Twists, David. Thanks for letting me know.
Don Tassone
7/11/2020 12:55:42 pm
Oops. I mean you're, not your. :) 7/11/2020 12:52:08 pm
Thank you all for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed this story.
Sue Clayton
8/11/2020 02:45:20 am
At least he made it to 70 plus years. My mum wouldn't have been so trusting. Nice story.
Mary Wallace
9/11/2020 04:55:28 am
Beautiful little tale..twisted well. Comments are closed.
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