WATERMELON COWBOY
Short Story by Lyn Cote
(Copyright 2010 Lyn Cote)
Sarah stood behind her freckled, about-to-enter-kindergarten son. Affectionately she finger-combed his red curls. On the way home from her new job and Danny's new daycare, they'd stopped at the roadside produce stand.
"Well…" The tall, good-looking man in denim eased out of his lawn chair, then stood up by the weather-beaten stand. "Do you think a watermelon needs roping?"
"But you got on a cowboy hat." Danny pointed to the battered straw hat shaped like a Stetson the man wore.
"No, this is my melon hat. Always wear it when I work the melon patch and this stand."
"Oh." Danny's voice showed his disappointment.
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