Mango Chucker

Photo by: Barbara W. Beacham

She lived in a mango tree. The whole town loved her. Residents visited daily for some of her fresh mangoes. It wasn’t only the taste that people appreciated, it was her method of delivery.

Paul sat outside Buck’s Bar sipping one of Buck’s powerful home brews. Billy, from out-of-town, joined him and pointed to Celia Espinoza. She sold mangoes from her tree house in her own unique style. People received their mangoes tossed between her legs, hurled around her back, and heaved over her head.

“What’s she doing?” said Billy.

“That’s how Celia sells her mangoes,” grinned Paul proudly.

“Hey Lady!” shouted Billy to Celia ninety-feet across the street. “I want one!”

“I wouldn’t do that,” winced Paul. “She not only throws far…”

“Billy didn’t hear him as he giggled. “This should be funny.”

The incoming mango struck Billy squarely across the nose, and he sailed through the bar’s front door.

Paul finished, “…She throws really hard.”
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Written for Mondays Finish the Story. This week the opening sentence was, “She lived in a mango tree.” Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/09/21/mondays-finish-the-story-sept-21st-2015/