Rodney asked him to watch his pretzel cart while he took a break.
It was another humid night. Larry sat on the wall and rested his weary feet. He looked up at the statue with the Rockefeller building behind it.
A huge white face with white hands covering the eyes. Ain’t that the truth, Larry thought, refusing to see what was right in front of them.
Rodney arrived back, ‘Pretzel?’
‘Sure,’ Larry accepted and took one. ‘Where you from, Rodney?’
‘Huh.’ Rodney and Larry looked up at the artwork. ‘Soda?’
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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