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When Maria worked mornings on the checkout she served the old man every day: two frozen meals, a bottle of rum. For years the same; he always chose her checkout.
But today was the first time he used her name.
“Thank you Maria,” he’d said.
She was so shocked her eyes flew up to meet his. They were a piercing, insightful, blue. Shocked again. She had expected bloodshot, watery eyes, but they were the same intense blue of her own eyes, with the same birthmark above the left eyebrow.
Transfixed, she watched him leave, until the next customer coughed impatiently.

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    Josh Peters about 5 years ago

    Sad. I wonder what will happen tomorrow.

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    Horrorshow about 5 years ago

    Powerful stuff. I'm always very impressed with your writing, Drew.

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    Brandon Sutton about 5 years ago

    I agree with Josh and Horrorshow; a very sad and powerful drabble that leaves one wondering what the future holds for the characters.

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    Drew Martyn about 5 years ago

    Wonderful comments, thanks folks.

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    Bryan Thomas about 5 years ago

    Food for thought...

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