Major fathead P.M.'ed me awhile ago about trying out one of these flash fictions.  I know mine is longer than what is normal for this.  Tell me what you think.

     It was a beautiful Saturday morning.  I sat in my old wooden lawn chair enjoying the late summer breeze.  Nothing could ever truly beat this kind of morning.  The neighbors were starting their weekly routines, mowing lawns trimming hedges.  I didnt have to do any of that, I work from home so I get most of that stuff done when I lose interest in my work.

     My computer lay on a small table next to my pack of cigarettes.  I figured I might get a jump on my work for the next week.  I Leaned over grabbed a smoke and lit it up.  Taking that first drag was pure bliss.  Nothing could make my day any better.  Deciding to move on with my activities I grabbed my computer and put it on my lap.  With one hand I held my cigarette, the laptops mouse with my other hand. 

     I began surfing the web, checking emails, reading the news, looking at porn, you know the usual.  As anyone in this day and age does I checked my social network profile.  Some new things come at random intervals; you never know what a drunken friend posted the night before. 

     No new drunk photos, but something caught my eye.  A new recipe my girlfriend wants me to try.  Nothing out of the ordinary, we do things like this all the time, new drinks, new desserts, and new foods.  Today was no different.  It was a dessert, a sorbet to be precise.  I had all the ingredients except one.  Persimmon fruit...

     Now Im usually good at following directions for things, and American sorbets are easy to make, some fruit some water, some sugar, maybe a splash of alcohol.  But I had never heard of this strange little fruit before.  So I figured it was time to do a little shopping.

     Getting ready wasnt hard; all I had to do was snuff out my cig.  I went through my house, grabbed my car keys and off I went.  The grocery store was just around the block.  I could have walked, but I figured a drive would be nice.  Plus one never knows how much theyre really going to get when the go shopping.  So the drive was uneventful, until I got to the parking lot.

     Within seconds I could see the place was packed.  It must have been a summer rush to grab stuff for the beach, or that one last barbeque.  No problem.  Just circle the lot till I find a spot was all that was running through my head.  I never did see the S.U.V.  In my rearview mirror.  Nor did it really register when my head slammed off the steering wheel.

     Next thing I know Im sprawled on the ground next to my car.  Blood trickling down my face.  The driver of the S.U.V. was crying over me, apologizing, telling me shed pay for all the damages.  After that the police moved her away from me and began checking me out for major injuries.  Thank god, not broken bones, a slightly stiff neck, gash on my forehead, some bruising, but all in all nothing major.

     I can remember clearly being helped up and taken to a bench.  Giving the police officer my statement all the while distracted by every sight, sound and smell that came by.  I knew I was in shock.  How could it have happened?  I had slowed down while looking for spots.  I stayed on my side of the drive.  It wasnt like I slammed on my brakes.

     The officer told me the woman was speeding, that multiple witnesses saw her on her phone.  That she had almost hit a few other people.  I Guess I was just the unlucky one.  I said that without batting an eye.  For the seriousness of the situation I couldnt help but start laughing.  Here I was sitting on a bench, talking to a cop, looking on as my little hatchback car was being towed away.  Laughing even harder now because the cop joined in with me. 

     Thats when it hit me, the amazing smell that everyone in America knows.  The cop saw my distracted face and asked me if anything was wrong.  All I could do was look for where the aroma was coming from.  I found it, about 3 stores down.  An Italian take out shop.  I remember looking at the cop and just asking one simple question.  Hey man, can we finish this after I grab a slice of pizza?