Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
“Welcome to McDonald’s. May I take your order?”
The woman approached the register. She was tiny, with short black hair and dark glasses that covered most of her face.
“You know those green shakes you guys have?” she asked, holding an imaginary cup in her hand.
“Yeah. Shamrock shakes.”
”Yes. Do you have those?”
”No,” the young man answered, “we only have those in March, for St. Patrick’s Day.”
”So you don’t have them, now?” she asked, making a ‘putting in the straw motion’ with her imaginary cup.
“No. We only have those in February and March, around St Patrick’s Day. That’s the whole ‘green’ thing. Luck of the Irish. Shamrock. Green.”
”Oh,” the woman smiled, “my family is from Ireland.”
”Yes. My great grandmother was from County Cork.”
“Great, would you like to order some food?”
”You don’t have those green shakes?” the woman asked. She was now speaking in an Irish accent.
”Not at all? Not even the Irish ones? You don’t just have regular year-round green shakes?”
”Begorah, I was so prayin’ for one of those grand shakes.” The woman sounded like a character actor in a film about the IRA.
“Well. Come back in March.”
”Would ye check?” she asked?
”Could ye go back in the storeroom and see if there are any leftin’ over shakes from St Paddy’s Day?”
Hugo emerged from behind the woman. He was holding a mop.
“Miss,” he said to the woman, “today is Rob’s day off. He won’t be in all day.”
The woman went quiet. She clutched her purse to her chest. She left.