I didn’t take anything. I’m waiting for a friend of mine.
Yeah, I have a wrench under my coat.
No, I don’t have a receipt for it. It just looks like one of yours.
So you’re stuck with me. How long does this usually take?
Look, I just blew it. Just kick me out. It’s cool.
I’m sick of waiting; where’s the “man” when you want him?
Changing of the guard, eh?
They’ve had me in here for over an hour.
I’m so sorry. Can’t I just pay for it and never come into the store again?
Sorry about the tears, man. My kid is so hungry and what if I lose my place?
We’d be on the street!
But you can do something, can’t you? I won’t ever come in here again, I swear!
Thank you so much, man! I won’t ever do anything this stupid again. Really!
 As seen in UMM Binnacle Ultrashorts 2017
(This Flash is expanded into a 10-minute, one act play: let me know by comments if you would like to see it up.)
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UltraShorts Anthology: 12-6-2013

hilltop grove

The snore that severed me from peaceful dreams

Was his zipper, ragged as the pull stroke of a chain saw.

Though the act was six thousand and many nights ago,

The sound still rips through me as I edge toward sleep.

The cruelest wedge he drove forced comfort from my bed,

Where I might have healed when the pounding stopped.

My duvet of down and sheets of Egyptian weave don’t soothe

The girl of twelve, sobbing, shattered, on her closet floor.

The graft never takes; split forever, my seam is open to the world.

From dark to dawn, till I stand up, fully clothed,

I count the hundred saplings around her grave

And, weary, guard that little forest with my life.