The grating jangle of thirty wind chimes greeted Sy when she stepped outside the grocery store. The wind was high, whipping her hair into her eyes and month. Glancing up at the sky, she scowled at the pendulous grey clouds and hurried towards her car.
“Hey lady, got any change?” The whine came from behind her, youthful and brusque.
“No,” she snapped, barely glancing at the two boys sprawling next to the shopping carts and cola vending machines.
She heard one of them mutter fat bitch and stopped. She knew it wasn’t worth it but she couldn’t help herself. “What did you just say?”
One of the boys looked away, embarrassed, but the other glared up at her, “I said you’re a fat bitch. You know you could give us some money.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why the hell should I give you any money? Need to take your pseudo-poor ass home to your parents and stop begging.”
“Bitch, you don’t know me! I ain’t got no parents!”
“Really? Cuz your braces say different.” A drop of rain splashed onto the concrete at her feet and Sy glanced at the sky again. “I don’t have time for this shit,” she muttered but looked at the boy again. “Here’s a thought, if you’re going to pan-handle then you oughta try to be nice and earn your change, you little shit.”
The more passive boy nodded and glanced at his buddy who muttered yeah whatever but seemed to decide to let it go. Sy smirked at them and proceeded to her car.
©2008 RKMack
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