PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Duarte lent back in his deck chair, twisted off the top of a beer and settled back to watch the dust eddies twirl past. Presently he heard the schlep of Leandro’s footsteps.
“Afternoon, Duarte? All go is it?”
“It has been, had quite a rush on.”
Leandro judgementally surveyed the dusty stall of fruit and vegetables.
“You’ve still got half the produce left. You’ll never get rich like that.”
Duarte turned to study the shelves himself and after a little deliberation said, “No, I’ve sold half the stock, I’ve a beer in my hand and the sun’s shining, I’m a rich man.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.