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The Checkout Boy and the Witch

Here is a submission by Myas  on the prompt “yesterday.” Thank you for the submission.

The Checkout Boy and the Witch by  Myas

One day Jill went to the grocery store to pick up half n’ half, potato chips and bats’ lips. After she’d found all the things she needed, Jill stood on-line at the register as other customers lined up behind her. It was a very busy day. As she got closer and closer to the checkout boy, he became excited in a very happy way and kept looking away from his other customers over at Jill. She was confused.

When it was her turn at the counter, the checkout boy couldn’t contain himself, “I know who you are.” She said, “Me?” He said, “Yes! You were in that movie.” She wondered, “Movie?” She asked him, “What movie?” “That one with the witch”, he said, “I can’t believe you’re standing right here right now. I have it on VHS and just watched it yesterday, you’re that witch!” “That witch”, Jill thought disregarding the fact he still owned a VCR, “Not a princess or a handmaiden, but a witch.” She wasn’t hurt by his remark but wondered why he thought she was a witch. He told her the name of the movie and she knew what he was talking about. “Latriana”, Jill said, her voice dropping, “you think I’m Latriana.” She turned her head toward the two people standing behind her shaking it. They tried not to laugh. “Your hair”, he said, “yes, it’s you!”

She said to him, “the actress who plays Latriana has to have her hair fixed to look like this. It might even be a wig. My hair grows this way. The actress’s name is Tabitha Morgan. I’m not Latriana.”

The checkout boy tried to look serious as he nodded at Jill in acknowledgement, but had a smirk on his face as he rang up her order like he knew a big secret he was more than happy to keep for her. He just knew she would want him to keep it quiet so no one else would know who she was so she could shop without having to sign lots of autographs. Jill took her things and went home. Later he told all his friends he’d met Latriana, which kept him happy for a very long time.

At home Jill took the bats’ lips and put them in the food processor. As they were being chopped fine, she heated up half n’ half in the microwave and added espresso she’d made earlier. As she sipped her coffee leche, Jill mixed the ground lips with cream cheese and onion soup mix for dip. She put chips and dip on a zodiac tray, told the broom, dustpan, mop and bucket to take care of the kitchen and keep it quiet while she watched a Kung Fu Theatre movie marathon on TV.

“Imagine him thinking I was that witch” Jill thought to herself. “Why on earth? I’m no actress that’s for sure. People think the strangest things.”

About John W. Howell

I have been working in business for over forty years and now have the time to work in special areas of interest. My passion has always been to create compelling stories of fiction. I have authored two novels and am working on my third. The first novel is still in manuscript form and being utilized as a door stop in the laundry room. The second is a contemporary fiction novel of 89,000 words and is complete and I am currently seeking a publisher. I also write poetry but have not had the guts to share any with anyone. The one time I read a piece to a person their only comment was, “it doesn’t rhyme.” I will continue to write and hopefully my blog, Fiction Favorites at www.johnwhowell.com will provide some entertainment and an interesting thought or two. I live by the Gulf of Mexico with my wife Molly and an assortment of loving pets.

11 comments on “The Checkout Boy and the Witch

  1. Great fun! Did not see the ending coming! haha

  2. Thanks! It did happen at an A&P in New York. The cashier thought I was an actress and no matter what I said he wasn’t going to believe otherwise. It’s true when I got home I did heat up my leftover espresso… 🙂

  3. Greetings from the professor! Good post…

  4. Well-done! I really enjoyed the story and the little twist at the end. So she’s not “that” witch, just a witch. Delightful 🙂

  5. You never know when you might be entertaining angels …

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