Mateo checked at his watch. Running his hand through his thinning hair, he surveyed his produce stall. Minutes crept by, but still no Luca. Without the delivery, he couldn’t make money. His customers wanted choices, baskets overflowing with the freshest items.
It was time to get creative. Repackaging crates to make them look full, he piled the contents into smaller containers. He squished his offerings together and eliminated empty racks. He worked to finish before the daily rush started. His loyal customers arrived and began bickering and fighting. Faced with scarcity, they bid against one another.
Mateo sighed with relief.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer