Sally Virtue is 10 years old and an only child living in a small town in Texas. She finds life boring, but looks forward to visiting her gran in Austin to break the monotony in her mundane life.
Fear of spiders is nothing compared to living next door to a murderer.
Laugh your way through each weekend as Sally gets up to mischief, although, it isn't always her fault.

This story will include the three flash fictions that have been unpublished in their individual formats.





Then I spotted Trevor coming down the aisle; well, that cheered me up to no end. Maybe I could ram him with the cart if my mom was still talking when he came past.

Mom said goodbye and she’d catch up with Mrs. Lauder next week for coffee; great life to have when dads at work and I’m in school I thought.

Anyway, Trevor was getting close and I thought if I swung the cart ‘round I could get him a good one. Mom was hurrying towards the queue and looked back at me; she signalled me to hurry up, don’t know why ‘cause she wasn’t in a hurry before. Anyway, I swung the cart around but it was so full and of course I had that dicky wheel to content with; well holy cow, I missed Trevor and the cart ploughed into this baked bean display. I never could work out why they stacked cans ten feet high off the ground at the end of an aisle.

Well, mom came running back and the store manager came running over; people were trying to avoid the cans rolling around the floor. I saw Mr. Reese slid across the floor on his back and I’ll tell you now, it took everything I had inside me to stop myself from laughing; I didn’t even crack a smile. By the time the cans had stopped moving there were six people on the floor. Some carts had hit the cans and were laying on their sides; one was right in front of me.

Anyway, the manager started to help people get up and a few women that work in the supermarket tried to get the carts upright and get the shoppers stuff back in. I hadn’t moved the whole time; well, there was nowhere for me to go ‘cause the cans were everywhere. There must have been hundreds of them.

Well I’ll tell you right now, when my mom gets angry she really gets angry. She grabbed my arm and asked me what the hell was I doing? Mom never swears and for her to use the word hell; I knew I was in a lot of trouble. To make matters worse the manager came over and asked her to remain in the store. They were going to count up all the damaged cans and mom was going to have to pay for them.

There was a good side to this; I love baked beans so when we finished up arriving home with fifty seven cans of them; I’ll tell you now, I was in food heaven.

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Mary Clyde | Reply 30.04.2015 10.05

Great series Linda.

Linda Arditto 30.04.2015 10.30

Thank you

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