It jus happened
A little boy, I saw at the supermarket. He held a bottle of ketchup in hand. Absolute excitement, haste, mindlessness. He ran towards the basket that his father held. He dropped the ketchup bottle, seemingly into it. In reality though, the bottle hit the floor, splintered into little parts, red ketchup against the new marble tiles. Perfect stillness followed. The father frowned a loud frown. The little boy was fighting tears, and pleading not guilty. My dad went over, and told the boy it was ok. He shook himself off, and went away to the other side, where he could see no one, hear no one.
The cleaner swiped the floor clean.
The cleaner swiped the floor clean.
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