there are survivors, they're coming home
The hot dog cart man was not amused. Not by any. means. at all.
For the past hour Minn had been bothering him in the park, drawn by the delicious, mouth watering smells of freshly cooked hot dogs. His little metal cart with matching umbrella looked...quaint. Children and their parents lined up one after another to buy their lunch, couples giggled profusely as they shared one and old couples grumbled about not having enough relish. But Minn? Minn stood there, whining worse than a stray dog. She'd tried everything to get him to give her just ONE little hot dog, but this bozo wouldn't budge.
"Can't pay, go away." He'd spit out at her, glaring. Minn was bad for business. No one was going to want a hot dog if she was by his side, staring intently and drooling like a mad dog. It made him look bad, it made his food look bad, and it made people nervous! No one liked dealing with homeless beggars. But Minn had a home. She was just hungry!
"Come on! That ones burnt, anyways, you don't want it. HEY, MISTER" She'd yell, and point at the customer's freshly made hot dog. "He dropped that one, I saw it! It's no good!"
The poor vendor man was about to lose his patience. He growled, turning to stare at Minn's disgruntled face. The customer she'd been harassing made a weird face at her, and then his lunch, and promptly turned to move away. "Wait, don't just throw it out! Give it to me at least, I'll ea-HEY!"
Minn gawked, ducking when a pair of tongs were violently swung her way. She side stepped, her arms rising to cover her head as she ducked. "Beat it, kid! I'm serious now - I'll call the cops! Go on, shoo! I'm tired of this!"
She stared at him, utterly indignant. This guy couldn't be serious. He'd rather put up a fight for an entire afternoon than forfeit $1.50 worth of food? What a prude. Minn growled right back, matching the guys angry stare. "Well you know what?" She countered, reaching out to snag the closest thing from his cart that she could. It was a single, half-used bag of hot dog buns. "Fine! Butimtakingthesewithme!" And then she was gone. It was probably the fastest Minn had ever moved in her entire life, but snagging someone's lunch and making a run for it was not beyond her moral standards. Guy was a jerk, anyways.
they float in darkness, they're not alone
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