The vegetable seller on First Avenue

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Every day people came to his stall, picked out their vegetables and went on their way. From their purchases, he could surmise dozens of dinner table spreads. Beef stew, tomato bredie, potato bake. Why else would one person buy a bag of potatoes two days in a row?

Local culinary tastes weren’t the only thing he noted. Gossip proved juicier than any of his wares. His trained ear weeded out keywords. Names were particularly valuable. He never tired of figuring out daily habits, work routes or any decipherable pattern that might prove insightful later on in the investigation.

98 words

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to submit your flash fiction and read others’.


16 thoughts on “The vegetable seller on First Avenue

  1. Vodka. The potatoes are definitely someone making their own vodka.

    Dang it! Isn’t it bad enough that all our devices spy on us? Now, we have to watch the fruit & veggie vendor.


  2. Dear Fatima,

    I cashiered for a while at a grocery store. It was always interesting to try to figure people out by what they purchased. 😉 Your seller is a man after my own heart. Well told story.




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