55 – The Grocery Store Santa

He set up his kettle in front.
With each person to pass by, he smiled, his eyes crinkling
above the snowy white beard.
Marybeth walked right past, averting her eyes
so she wouldn’t have to dig in her purse for change.
On the way out, her way was blocked by a passing car.
She didn’t mean to glance at him.
And there it was, the crinkle of the eyes of a knowing smile.
She came up with the change.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.