prompt word: redemption
Near closing time an unkempt older man entered the local can
redemption center store carrying twenty-count super strength
multi-purpose garbage bags chock full of discarded semi-dirty
soda bottles, beer cans and plenty of germs.
Immediately upon spotting the semi-drunk character, the
clerk’s facial smile turned upside down, a new look, a frown
and toute de suite he played quite the disappearing act via
removing himself in record time from the front counter to the
storage room out back in hopes the man would become a
bit befuddled, imagine he’d seen a ghost and run for the hills.
Unfortunate for the clerk, who’d cashed out the drawer early,
his plan backfired when the man started screaming obscenities.
The redemption center walls shook from the sound waves, as
emissions from the unkempt man’s mouth bounced off every
inch of the building’s concrete walls.
Who’d have thought a human’s vocal tone could roar like a lion
or high-powered engine.
It was time for the clerk to place a fake smile on his face, return
to the counter and deal with the situation since the realization
set in the man wasn’t about to leave the premises without a ward