Fiction: Death in Store

“Good morning, ma’am. Welcome to Op-Mart.”

“Good morning, sir. Welcome to Op-Mart.”

“Good morning, ma’am. Welcome to Op-Mart.”

“Good morning … Death.” Fred laughed.  “Welcome to Op-Mart. That’s quite a costume, sir. Or ma’am. But I’m going to have to ask you to leave the scythe either in your car or over at the help desk while you
shop.”
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