Seven people were in line to get into the place. One person left the line. Six people were in line. One of them said something that another one did not like. The argument rippled outward until there were two camps, two more people joining the side of the one who had spoken, two more joining the side of the one who had objected. The two teams of three set at each other with fists and open hands, elbows and fingernails and teeth, gouging and biting. Their aim was to hurt. Blood was spilled. Goodwill was squandered. At least one arm was broken. At least one eye was damaged to the point of blindness. When the place opened, the six of them were lying on the ground, bruised, dizzied, insensible. The seventh person, the one who had left, came back and passed right through the downed bodies into the place. “May I help you?” asked the person behind the desk. The seventh person began to point at things that would, in short order, be acquired.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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