The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.
The flickering Christmas lights above the cashier are mocking. She stands, digging into her cherry nail polish, gaze wandering over my shoulder.
“I need a refund.”
She motions me over with a faux-smile. “Show me your receipt.”
Without a word, I place a crumpled piece of paper and a rose gold engagement ring on the counter.
After I receive my money, I beeline for the exit, mustering an obligatory happy holidays! under my breath.
Weeds fight for dominance between the gaps in the cement. I traverse the sidewalk, jumping over the plant life and cracks like a game of hopscotch.