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Short story By: Frank Ramtahal

This story is about an orange vendor at a market place down town. It was first created as a play for a school textbook in 1996 but later converted in March 2011 into a short story. It is adapted from a real life situation but the story is purely imaginative.

It consists of three chapters as follows:

Chapter 1: Close Encounter with Crack

Chapter 2: Sweet Lady

Chapter 3: Smart or Outsmart?

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Submitted:Apr 5, 2011    Reads: 96    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Chapter 2
Sweet Lady
The story continues with Paul selling oranges at the market and his interactions with customers.
The hustling and bustling seemed never ending at the market. There was a steady flow of people in an out; some buying and some just passing through. The weather continued to be bright and sunny and there was evidence of the heat everywhere.
Tony asked Paul jokingly, "Paul, have you ever taken a crown cork of crack?"
"Me? Well ... once long time ago. It makes you feel good for a while." Paul replied. "You feel like you could crack down anything." He continued speaking to Tony.
Sometime later some ladies were approaching.
Paul shouted as he saw the ladies coming in his direction, "Oranges, come and get your sweet oranges. Taste and then buy!"
One of the ladies enquired, "Are your oranges sweet?"
Paul replied sarcastically, "Sweet just like you." as he looked at the lady.
"How dare you!" replied the lady.
"Are you not smelling sweet?" said Paul.
The lady, blushing, enquired, "How are you selling them?"
Paul then said, "Big or small, I sell them all. Your purchase is my sale.
We both give and we both take."
"The price," the lady enquired.
"Give me one dollar; I will give you five.
You would not regret it, you will survive." Paul said calmly.
"Please give me five and I will give you one.
After that I will sure by then be gone." The lady then remarked.
She then told Paul, "If they are not sweet I will not buy from you again next week."
Paul quickly put six oranges in a bag. "Here you are sweet lady; I give you an extra orange."
The lady paid Paul, collected the oranges and continued walking along the same aisle between the stalls.
Paul then boasted at Tony, "See what I mean? They cannot resist my sweet juicy oranges."
Tony replied, "I see ... but if they are not sweet the lady will come back next week and crack your head."
Paul, at this point said, "I should have taken some crown corks from that guy."
Tony replied with astonishment, "You dare not! Crack is not good for anyone - not even for use by animals. It does more physical and emotional damage than good."
Paul and Tony continued to have many sales throughout the day.
Copyright © Frank Ramtahal 2011


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