Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Fifty-One

It was a slow afternoon in the health food store. Bluebell on till three was keeping up a relentlessly cheerful monologue as she rung up the purchases of a woman with a long, dark braid, and a very rude t-shirt.

When a darkly handsome man ambled in from the street looking vaguely uncomfortable, he immediately became the cynosure of all eyes.

Cinnamon rushed to his side.

“Can I help you,” she chimed in a voice like silver bells. 

He smiled down at the wispy figure and she shivered so her bangles jangled.

“I’ve just come to collect my wife.”

©️jj 2019

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