![]() ![]() ![]() Richard frowned but said that was honorable. When Richard asked me what I was going to do if I won, I told him that when I won I was going to give one of the SuperShell parkas to my mother. There’s a contest: Whoever has the most sales gets to take home any coat in the store. An Excerpt from ‘Cherry’ by Nico Walker.Esquire Fiction: 'Snake Stories' by Lauren Groff.We’re supposed to do a million over the next thirty days. We’re the biggest store in his territory. He’s a district manager, and this is the Prominent Mall. Eye of the tiger! I like it,” Richard says. I’ve never not been ready, so I don’t say anything and close my eyes again. I hear Richard’s shoes flopping toward me. A sickle, half circle, my lucky Friday scar. Now I have a jagged smile on my left arm. I left the sales floor for ten minutes so they could patch me up. On my first, a man from Connecticut bit a hole into my tricep. I also use my reach to smack down Friday heads. I hold my reach, an eight-foot-long metal pole with a small plastic mouth at the end for grabbing hangers off the highest racks. My legs hang near the windows, and fleeces hang inside of it. ![]() I sit atop a tiny cabin roof made of hard plastic. ![]() Our gate whines and rattles as they shake and pull, their grubby fingers like worms through the grating. ![]()
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