Flash Sale Bombings Down the Aisle on Fluorescent Dreams Made to Look Exciting
“Pack all your valuables, we gotta go on the run,” Roger called to tell his wife.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m an outlaw now. I just stole from the grocery store. They had to kick me out, and I’m afraid they’re never going to let me back in because of what I did.”
He sounded grim. Jennifer knew her husband better. She waited for him to elaborate. But when he didn’t say anything else, she teed him up, “What’d you do this time?”
“I stole the groceries. I had so many coupons that they ended up owing me money!”
“That’s great dear. Did you remember the eggs?”
“Shoot. No, I didn’t. I completely forgot. I didn’t have a coupon for them and they weren’t on sale, so they completely slipped my mind.”
“Well, we kinda need them for the cake I’m baking–“
“I know, I know. I’ll go back in.”
“Only if it’s no trouble. I don’t want you to be arrested or anything. I know you just broke the law and whatnot.”
“Har-har. I’ll see you in a few…”
Roger hung up the phone. Jennifer’s smile grew to a mild chuckle. As stupid as the game was, she always enjoyed their weekly grocery store play that put on for each other.
Fred Aiken Writing 