I watched him jog past as I bagged two oranges for Mrs. Murdock. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster. He had the most amazing form as he pulled that little two wheeled contraption behind him. I could watch him all day.
“That’s a fine rickshaw Stephen has,” Mrs. Murdock said with a knowing grin. For a little old lady she sure was observant. Annoyingly so.
“Yes, it is,” I said casually.
She handed me a twenty. I pulled out a wad of bills to count out the nineteen dollars in change.
“Oh, no dear,” Mrs. Murdock said. “That’s a tip for you. Just about enough for a ride, don’t you think?”
I blushed. Mrs. Murdock giggled. “What a delightful shade of crimson, Angela!”
I thanked her as a young mother with a wriggling three year old daughter in her arms walked up. The little girl was trying to touch the apples.
“Would you like one?” I looked back at the Mom for belated approval and she nodded gratefully.
“Yes!” the girl squealed as she flung her body full force down toward the pyramid of red Delicious apples.
Her mother apparently hadn’t been expecting that move. Apples spilled everywhere as we tried to stop them all from tumbling down. It was no use, they were all over.
The little girl looked so miserable, so I pulled out a crate and asked, “Will you help me put them in this box?” She brightened up immediately and her mom beamed at me.
We quickly had an efficient assembly line. I sat cross legged in front of the crate. The mom handed the apples to the girl, who handed each apple to me. We only had a few dozen left when she suddenly stopped. “No, that’s my job!” she shrieked angrily to someone behind me.
I turned around and looked up to see Stephen trying to hand me an apple. He grinned and handed it to the girl instead, who promptly handed it to me. Pacified she continued handing me more apples.
“Looks like you have things under control,” Stephen said, turning to leave.
I shook my head. “No! Not in the least!” I couldn’t have been more sincere.
Stephen laughed and said, “Damsel in distress?”
I nodded vigorously. “In desperate need of a rickshaw ride.”
“My favorite kind,” he said.
THE END
Note: This was a story I recently wrote for an online contest. The game was to use the words, “rickshaw”, “crimson”and “sincere” in a story of 400 words or less.