We Come for the Samples

by JR Walsh

That’s what they said. Samples. No one had the guts to tell them otherwise.

The store manager trailed the old timers down every aisle, watching as talcum dusts paper skin, mouthwash gets swished (possibly swallowed), crackers become holy wafers. They could be her parents.

Everything gets marked damaged by delivery.

JR Walsh teaches creative writing at SUNY Oswego. He is the Online Editor for The Citron Review with writing in The Greensboro Review, New World Writing, Flash the Court, The Hong Kong Review, Taco Bell Quarterly, and Esquire. More: itsjrwalsh.com.

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