bread line a.r. rivera

Flash Fiction: Bread Line

“Could you get another one?” She held up the loaf of bargain priced sandwich bread, voice calm, eyes flickering. The clerk at the register, who’d just finished bagging the groceries, scrunched his brows together. “Ma’am, is there something wrong with the bread?” The woman was barely a day over twenty-two and wasn’t used to being …

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