#jerdita

@pretty-perdita

Oh this was not how Junis had foreseen his day going. He should have known by now that in this town he should always plan for disasters to strike. At this point he was very tired of the whole sing because it had gotten old very fast. All these tourists or ‘new residents’ that got swept up in everything always exasperated him with their dilemmas and drama. Of course he also thrived off of hearing about their woes, but still. There was no need to make such a big deal out of it. He didn’t.

The only thing he made big deals about were when someone was messing with his family’s store. And today he was about to make a big deal.

He had been walking the floor, as he did every five minutes passed the hour, just to make sure everything was running smoothly and to see some of the locals, catch up, present that friendly neighborhood attitude his parents always gave. When he turned into the produce section what he saw made him feel ill. There were cabbage heads rolling towards him. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. He followed the trail, stepping over and around the cabbages.