It wasn’t that she borrowed the odd punch bowl. To Sharon, the neighborhood was a mall where merchandise was free and returns were rare.
She was at my back door at dawn for toothpaste (“A squeeze?”), around noon for my daughter’s skateboard (“My ollie needs work!”) and at 3 pm for a stamp (“For your thank-you note!”).
My friend Jenny and I commiserated over a single glass of Gewürztraminer. Sharon had bummed the other 11 wine glasses.
“It could be worse,” Jenny said. “Remember Wendy’s husband, Larry?” I nodded before my turn to sip. “He belongs to Sharon now.”
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Paula Johnson is the founder and editrix of The Rose City Sisters website. She is working on a micro fiction anthology.
10 thoughts on “The Sharon Economy by Paula Johnson”
This line just slayed me: To Sharon, the neighborhood was a mall where merchandise was free and returns were rare.
Thanks, Lynn! I admit that I crack myself up sometimes.
You know what an “ollie” is?
I’ve underestimated you all these years.
I know a little bit about a million topics!
I have no idea what an ollie is but I don’t need to know.
The image of two adults taking turns sipping out of a single glass will stick with me!
Thanks for your feedback. I have a lot of fun with these micros.
Lots of great visuals packed into so few words. Love it!
Thanks for reading—and commenting. I am working on hitting my goal of 150 micros for my anthology!