Welcome back to Goodman's Friendly Market.  The happiest little store on earth.  This time there is a blueberry flash sale.  Come one come all.  But maybe you should think twice.  As maybe, just maybe the blueberries are not really for sale.  Maybe just maybe you will be the blueberries to be sold.  (This story is in early access and will come to DA on August 1st.)

A young lady in a suit walked up to her. “Enjoying what you see?”

             Martha nodded her head. “Of course. So, I can take all of it?” She looked at the nametag on the woman’s right breast. “Fran.”

             “Of course. As long as you can pay for it.” More women walked into the store by the second. “Now, if you excuse me, I have some stuff to take care of in the other room.

Enjoy yourself. There are even some free samples near the front of the store.”

             “Thank you.”

             Fran smiled before turning around. “No, thank you for deciding to shop here tonight.”

She began to walk away. “Trust me when I say you are doing this store a great service, and I can’t wait to see how you will ripen up for us.” She laughed. “Oh, how this will be a night to remember.”