In the shadow of the overpass, in front of the upturned, “Dan’s Farms” truck, Dan said, “Let’s make the best of it” to his companion who leaned on his shopping cart; a rolled carpet, zippered plastic bag and a bucket of shoes precariously balancing on top, the wheels just touching one of the fifty, ripe and fragrant melons spilling across the pavement.

My first stab at this challenging micro fiction genre….one sentence, albeit a long one sentence! Have fun writer! Don’t always rack your brain on the massive, epic novel you’re working on.

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