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Oct 10, 2017 | 6 comments


Self portrait, Käthe Kollwitz, 1891.

by Cady Vishniac

A dead ringer for Josey. She sneezes as she walks into the pharmacy, and I look up from the newspaper I’m not supposed to be reading. For a split second I think it’s really her, but then I remember Josey’s older now, way older than this girl. In my head I’m already rehearsing the story I’ll tell my wife—you’d think it would be depressing, but we like to talk about her, about our daughter. Josey, I mean.

I manage to squeak out a “Welcome.” Last week my boss said to greet the customers with genuine enthusiasm. A tall order, but I need the job if my wife and I are going to keep sending Ashyra—that’s Josey’s daughter—to Catholic school. “Welcome,” I say again, my voice firmer.

Not-Josey sniffles. She coughs chunky phlegm right onto her hand, and says, “Excuse me.” Sickly. Probably using, and in that respect even more like my daughter. From the way she stands fingering the boxes of tissues, I’m aware she’s about to steal. But I don’t plan to stop her. If she can’t afford anything to wipe her face with, well, she can’t afford it. What kind of man would I be if I came between a sick young lady and some Kleenex? How could I look my wife and granddaughter in the eye?

I think of it like one of the problem-solving exercises Ashyra brings home from her teacher. There’s a security camera pointed right at me. Corporate says the majority of theft is committed by employees, or with employee consent, and I suppose that’s true. So I’m looking for a way I can consent to let not-Josey walk out with the tissues. The catch is I don’t want to be fired.

What I come up with is I’ll go to the frozen self-checkout station and see if I can coax the computer to life for the fifth time today. While I’m busy, not-Josey can grab her tissues. Later, if anybody checks the footage, all they’ll see is me being a good worker, and I’ll be able to tell my wife about it, about how clever I was, which is a bonus.

So I spend the next twenty minutes kneeling on the floor plugging and unplugging the machine. It’s not a huge deal because nobody else comes in. I hear not-Josey wander through our aisles, stealing the tissues along with a week’s worth of groceries. Also hacking up a lung.

“Excuse me,” she says about the hacking.

“Piece of shit,” I say about the checkout.

And then she walks out and the bell rings and the door squeaks and she sniffles one last time and mutters, “Have a good day,” which is maybe as close as she can come to thanks. I don’t look up. It’s complicated, like any grief. I do want to tell my wife later but just now, I don’t want to see the girl’s face, which is my daughter’s face. I don’t want to see at all.

omega man

Cady Vishniac won the 2017 Lascaux Prize in Flash Fiction.
Cady Vishniac lives in Ann Arbor. Her short stories have won prizes at New Letters and Mid-American Review, and her poetry has been published by Verse Daily.


  1. Terrific story. So very much expressed in so few words. Cady Vishniac is gifted!

  2. Great story!

  3. Love this, perfect flash fiction, leaves me with grace and forgiveness, and the weight of loss.

  4. Nice story!
    The Character, setting and plot played out nicely all co-mingled with each other, which is the makeup of a good story.
    I’m a huge fan of flash fiction, because it show’s and tell a beautiful story without the over indulgence of a 300 page book.

  5. A clear voice telling, but revealing more through subtext, a very moving story. Admirably subtle writing that gets feeling to and from the reader.

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