Fiction
The Fruit Weirdo
And the little red wagon
Bradley took out a crate of oranges from the back of his SUV and set it on the ground. He then pulled out a folding lawn chair. Closing the back of the vehicle he then put his arm through the bottom of the folded chair so that it hung from his shoulder. Picking up the crate of oranges he proceeded to hunt for a spot to give away the oranges.
He walked down Main Street smiling at everyone he passed by. It was a delightful partly cloudy Saturday afternoon; neither too hot nor too cold. It was a perfect day for handing out fruit.
Fruit-giving was Bradley’s latest hobby. He had been doing it now for five and a half months. To his surprise it turned out to be the most rewarding hobby he had ever taken up. (One could say that it was very fruitful.)
He had learned the importance of finding just the right spot on the sidewalks of Main Street to set up on. He was mindful of not interfering with foot traffic but he also wanted a large amount of traffic to pass him by. On a good busy day he could give away an entire crate of fruit in less than half an hour. Other times it would take close to two hours to give away all the fruit in the crate.
Bradley had also learned that some fruits were easier to give away to people walking by. Apples and…
