Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Pen at the ready, the old man attempted to fill out his check, clutching the checkbook in one hand and scrawling with the other, so as not to hold up anyone at the register. He had even loitered a bit before finding a checkout line, letting quicker patrons move on ahead. He didn’t like the idea of being in the way.
So he grew anxious when there was only one baton to set between orders, and it already lay in use between the two customers in front of him. He gave a wide berth to the young woman ahead and her collection of beauty supplies. She seemed to sense his hesitance. When the first lady’s cleaning products had been rung, the young woman moved the baton after her order and shot him a kind smile.
He found himself rambling immediately in reply, “I’m not here very often, but I can never quite see those things. Same color as, as…” The conveyor slipped his mind. He resumed stacking cans of beef ravioli on the belt next to his unsteady tower of Clint Eastwood DVDs.
“No problem at all. I hope enjoy your movies.” She smiled again–not sarcastic, not with a question about his dietary choices.
“Just getting a little something to eat, something to do,” he found himself losing focus on the task at hand. He began smiling instead.
The young woman paid, then grinned back at him once more while collecting her purchases, “Have a nice day!”
As she departed, he did what he had been hoping to avoid–he held up the growing line behind him as he called out, “Okay, I will! I promise.”