I wrote this flash fiction piece after eavesdropping on a conversation. Sometimes when I’m stuck and I can’t think of anything to write, I listen to what people are saying and a hear a word or phrase that jumps out.
Here, two people were talking about speaking to a salesman in his native language, as if there would be some sort of understanding between the two that would make all the difference.
They’ll come around. Just wait. You’ll see they understand more than you think. Your friends say not to go because they got ripped off, but they’ll never understand him the way we can.
We grew up with him. My father knows his father; your sister knows his sister. We all went to school together. We didn’t talk, but we can talk, and in a way none of your friends that lived here all their lives can. You know what he wants to hear.
If you tell him you need a car in English, he’ll sell it like you’re an American. And the thing is he’ll know you’re not American when you give him your information, and it’ll only prove he was right to rip you off. Speak in our tongue and see what happens.
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Books of the Month
I recently created a new page on my blog called Books of the Month. You can see what I’m currently reading, what’s on my to-read list, and what’s making a difference in the lit world.