Flash Fiction: Rivalry
Sep 6, 2018 · 2 min read
By Ally

Carrying a box loaded with vegetables, I inched toward the gate of Sunday School. A short skinny old lady was standing on the right side of the school gate. In front of her was a neat display of squashes, green peppers, onions, eggplants, and carrots, bright and colorful under the sunlight. Next to her was a sign made of cardboard, reading “Fresh Vegetables for Sale.”


