Nick David Wright

Living well, laughing often, loving much.

Hot Air

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The metal cart banged on the swinging door of the cooler as the stocker emerged from the chilly room onto the sales floor.

A group of shoppers turned at the noise, and noticed the bundled-up young man.

“What are you wearing a coat for?” One of them asked, grabbing the collar of the garment.

“It’s cold in there,” he replied.

“Are you a pussy? I wouldn’t need a coat to work in there!”

“Well if I was as full of hot air as you, I wouldn’t need a coat either.”

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Written by Nick David Wright

January 15, 2010 at 5:00 am

Posted in Fiction

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