A poet goes grocery shopping at his local supermarket. When it’s time to pay he takes from his wallet a poem coupon that entitles him, it says underneath the poem, to a discount and extra Nectar points, and hands it to the checkout man.
The man passes the poem over the thin red beam that shines through the checkout’s glass panel.
‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘It doesn’t scan’.
This micro-fiction piece was published 08.06.14 in a pamphlet by Blink Ink, purveyors of ‘succinct fiction’, in hard copy only. Note: Nectar is a customer loyalty card scheme in the UK.