Life Behind the Counter
Word Count: 522
Prompts: Food – Blasphemous Rumors – Manning the Store
Summary: From the eyes of a store merchant, people always come and go. People are easily forgotten, even if their story was great.
"Hey, wait you stupid rabbit!"
When I heard those words yelled, they were peculiar enough that I had to look up to see if there was some strange commotion that involved a rabbit.
I didn't see any animal, just a girl. Short in stature, and with long brown hair. She was wearing an exceedingly short skirt and knee high boots, and a coat that was hard to categorize as to which type of coat.
Other all, she looked nothing like a rabbit. But it was certainly her that the older man's words were directed to. He came running up behind her with an irritated look in his eye.
She stared at the meat I had for sale, watching it with such rapt attention that I thought that she was just going to jump at it.
"It's not rabbit food, you know," I said jokingly.
She didn't even spare me a glace, as if she could care less about who I was and didn't give a damn about what I was saying.
When the man finally got to the store front, he spared some choice words for the little girl. She rolled her eyes at him and haughtily tipped her nose into the air.
"Welcome," I said, since I tried to keep my good-nature handy even if it wasn't appreciated.
The man gave me a nod of his head in his greeting, then started to buy some groceries and, of course, meat for the little girl.
Could she possibly be his girlfriend? She seemed a tad young for him… something like that would certainly start some offensive rumors. Plus, their relationship seemed to relate more to a family relation.
A daughter? He seemed a bit too young for that.
Ah, of course. She had to be his sister. It all made sense. They treated each other just as my brother and I had treated each other in our younger days. It was just that strange way that siblings tended to show love. Especially the way they seemed to be bickering now.
"What a cute little sister you've got!" I said, proud of my obvious conclusion.
He handed me the money for the groceries as I said that line. His eyebrow twitched. "She's not."
Well, that destroyed my whole theory. I was at a lost as to what she could possible be, then. Perhaps she was some poor girl that he was feeding out of kindness? The problem was is that he wasn't being very kind and the girl was quite well dressed. Maybe she was the daughter of some family friend? Or possibly the younger sister of a woman that he was courting?
I watched them walk away, as she chewed on the meat and he followed her. I couldn't hear their conversation anymore, and it made me wish that I had paid a bit more attention as to what they had been speaking about.
Ah, oh well. So life goes behind the counter of a store. I was to be bored until the next person came along, where I could analyze them and their possible life story until they left, as well.