A short story from Danica!
Cal tossed the box of dried pasta into his military tactical assault backpack. Best thing he’d found at the charity thrift store.
“Nah, on second thought I need to put that back. Thanks.”
The cashier nodded and put the ground beef aside for the stockboy to retrieve. Cal had been craving pasta with meat sauce but that cheap variety probably had equal parts antibiotics, growth hormones and who only knew what else.
The cashier handed him his receipt and Cal rearranged his groceries so as not to crush anything. “Oh, excuse me,” the woman who had bumped into him stopped. “No bother,” Cal didn’t look at her or her low-cut sheer blouse.
“Could you help me take these to my car?” Couldn’t he go to the store in peace? What did she want with him anyway. Dressed like that.
“Have a good day!” she called to Cal’s back. Why did the good-looking…
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