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Food Run
Food Run
Food Run
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Food Run

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Imagine feeding a family of four with less than $60 to spend. An out-of-work, divorced mother of two tries to do just that when she makes a last-minute dash to the supermarket before it closes. With a shopping list in hand, she races through the store, compares prices and strives to stick to her limited budget as she buys groceries for her school-aged children and ailing mother. Her late-night shopping trip almost goes according to plan, until it's time for her to pay. An unexpected encounter at the checkout stand forces her to consider all her choices — and their consequences.

This modern novella can be considered a short novel or a long short story. It contains approximately 7,600 words.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherCindy Santos
Release dateJun 24, 2014
ISBN9781513018904
Food Run
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Cindy Santos

Cindy is a writer.

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    Food Run - Cindy Santos

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    Published in the United States by Cindy Santos

    Copyright © 2014 by Cindy Santos

    All rights reserved.

    Disclaimer

    The short story you're about to read is based on real life, but it's primarily a work of fiction. The characters portrayed in this short story are products of the author's vivid imagination and are used in a strictly fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

    Words of Wisdom

    ...I believe that, as long as there is plenty, poverty is evil. Government belongs wherever evil needs an adversary and there are people in distress who cannot help themselves.

    — Robert F. Kennedy

    I'M OUT OF BREATH as I sprint across the parking lot and almost run into the automated glass doors. They slide apart to reveal an obese, middle-aged woman about to exit the supermarket with a squeaky shopping cart full of groceries. The brown paper bags on the child seat obscure the bottom half of her pudgy face. The transparent plastic bags in the basket conceal most of the woman's rotund body. I'm so distracted by her immense size that I come within inches of bumping into her cart.

    I'm really sorry, I say as I shuffle to the side.

    The woman is silent. Her face freezes up with an icy scowl. She glares at me like I don't belong here. She trudges by me as if I don't matter. Slowly, she pushes her groceries toward a lone minivan parked in one of the handicapped spaces. Looking back at me with disdain, she shakes her head and continues on her way.

    A big part of me wants to go outside and smack her. It's not like I did anything wrong. Sure, I almost bumped into her cart, but it's not like I hurt her. She didn't have to get an attitude. I apologized, got out of the way and let her pass. What more does this woman want from me? Does she really expect me to get down on bended knee and beg for forgiveness? The fat lady will have to shatter a piece of glass while singing Mariah Carey's

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