Flash Fiction: Sandal Sale

The sandal-seller stood in front of his shop, hands on his hips.

He looked at the sandal arrangement and nodded in satisfaction. The wares had been set up right on time. He checked his watch. Another half an hour to go. He could see the early-birds arriving. He knew everyone would want to watch the parade. He let another ten minutes pass, and then announced:

“Heavy discount. Come and grab your sandals.”

He did not have to shout for long. A steady line soon began to form outside his shop. He had correctly predicted that people would want to buy cheap sandals today.

After all, it is not every day that an overthrown dictator is paraded naked through the streets.

Word Count: 120


FFfAW Challenge – 184th


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