Expiration Date
© 2011 by Payne
Spoiler
This is a very rough first draft. Feel free to tear it to pieces.
The little girl sat quietly, playing with a well-worn ragdoll. Her brown eyes held a rather vacant gaze, as though her thoughts were far away.
Indeed, she was listening to the conversation that was taking place in the white stucco house a few feet away.
“Natural causes?” her mother hissed. “So you think it’s all just a strange coincidence? That they all died of ‘natural causes’ within months of each other?”
A man replied quietly, “Are you looking for a conspiracy theory? There was no sign of harm! Admit it, Rebecca, maybe our days are numbered.”
The little girl frowned slightly, the doll pausing as it trotted across a rock embedded in the grass. She’d heard people say that in the movies, but wasn't entirely clear on what it meant.
Before she could think any more on this half-understood topic, she heard her mama say a bad word and tell the man to leave.
Soon, the door opened and the girl quickly resumed play; she was young, but she wasn’t dumb.
The small, gray-haired man walked across the yard, waving to her as he passed. He slid into his shiny white car, backed down the driveway, and was gone.
Soon, her mama came out and knelt beside her. “Hey, Lil, having fun?”
“Uh-huh. Who was that man?”
There was a pause. “Just a salesman. They’re sure annoying, aren’t they?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you hungry? I was making lunch before the salesman showed up.”
“Okay.”
Rebecca Allister walked into the house with her six-year-old daughter, blissfully unaware that the girl had just eavesdropped on her whispered conversation—through stucco, insulation, and plaster, while sitting ten feet away from the house.

