a cure for the common block


April steered the cart up to the car as Grant approached the driver-side door and unlocked it. Claire was still pouting, but her parents were just relieved the three-year-old had stopped crying; Grant opened the door, reached in and picked up Herman, Claire’s imaginary pet gibbon. She immediately smiled as her father carried her pet over to the cart as her mother continued loading the groceries into the trunk. Herman consoled Claire – he could talk of course- and assured her that he didn’t mind staying in the car; Claire explained his reasoning to her father, that if the humans didn’t want Herman walking around the store among them, then they’re just the type of people Herman didn’t want to be around. Even Grant could tell that Herman said the last part as he crossed his extremely long arms.

#ShortShortStories #Claire


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