The Fruit Stand

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox 

“That is exactly the fruit stand I have been looking for. Exactly the kind of stand I want to buy. To run.” I stared at the fruit stand, trying not to be completely obvious, but I hoped the vendor would keep himself busy on the other side of his truck. 

“It’s a dump,” Randy said. “It’s exactly the place I never want to end up.” 

Randy was exactly the person I never wanted to end up with. I had just been lonely and desperate for someone to accompany me on my trip. I wondered if I could make him disappear. 

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