Abi was about to become the last person in Pimlico Village, London, to give up on Fix.
Yes, he was the local grocer who sold him forty small plastic bags everyday for Fix to stuff weed in, the very despicable mature man who felt that any minute Allah was to punish him with lightening for exchanging his pound coins for notes- just for the buzz he felt when being called ” boss” every night.
That very morning Abi had done his morning prayer in the same stolen t-shirt bought off from Fix, this notorious fifteen year old who had even made his mother ill.
A new stock of cherry tomatoes was dumped by the delivery man.
” These are the smaller version of myself!” said Lesly Windrum, the enlightened old schizophrenic from the third floor upstairs.
Hearing this, Abi dropped the customer’s change all over, and the lights flickered again. The electrician was four hours late already.
This was a message from Allah. So he viciously hid the tomato case behind the counter. Then he looked at his watch. It was a Hugo Boss that Fix had sold to him- and it hurt Ali’s eyes.
It was going to be a long day til Fix turned up at his shop, whispering “hello, Boss. Anything for me?”
But as Destiny has it’s own funny way of synchronizing, Fix turned up at 4 PM. He needed baby milk again for his secret son or Suzy, the betrayed mother, would give his name to the Doctor and reveal his fatherhood.
Fix had that smile on him, this different kinda a smile he only put on when he needed something off credit.
” ok I’ll give you your milk boy. Stay here, I have got something for you.”
“Thanks, said Fix. You’re a sick devil. And I’m not a boy.”
All customers were served quickly but roughly. Abi put finger on his lips as if he were about to pass on a deadly secret:
” I got new stock today. “Magic Tomatoes”. They’re grown at the feet of an old volcano that has just erupted. See. You take one. It’s like gas pumping you up.”
” Yes. You take it, you become superman. You clean the house. After you clean the house, makes you wanna write. You take paper and you write down your future.”
“Um. That’ s cool.”
” Wait I’m not finished. After you design your future plan, your heart is filled with soapy love. You love everybody again and makes you go apologise. Makes you in peace with everyone.”
“You’ll never feel like this before. But you can only take one a day. Twenty quid for you.”
“Shut up and gimme some of that shit. I’ll pay you as usual.”
“No. I want the money now. This is special shit”
“What’ the matter with you today?”
” Okay. I’l give you Suzy’s milk and the magic tomatoes, and you pay me next week in clean money. I don’ wanna have no blood on my hands.”
“Please. Give me that shit!”
Abi said the shortest prayer he knew and popped the cherry tomato into his mouth. He was thanked with a gangster’s twist of the eyebrow.
The electrician came in. Abi pointed out
“Not now, you’re late, got to do my prayer now.”
” I can wait.”
* * *
The week was this time different and unexpected; Fix was coming around everyday at a different time for his magic tomato, to not be spotted by the dealers.
Talks in the neighbourhood spoke about the young lad having started window cleaning with his elder brother, having also gotten back together with Suzy and even being seen pushing the pram in the park.
He wasn’t getting anymore plastic bags. The nasties appeared nervous while looking for him.
” You got his new number?”
As Abi was very concerned about the outcome of his trick, Fix’s father walked in on Sunday looking serious.
“I’ve got a good spanking to give you Abi. ”
Electricity through the grocer’s body rushed. Oh, no. Had his mission failed? Had he done something terribly wrong?
Not so. The wounded father trembled and threw himself into Abi’s arms, sobbing
“My child, my man, you gave me my child back. This is for You, my dad’s Army Veteran Watch. Put it on. Take it. My wife is getting better and has asked me to bring some vegetables home from here. Magic vegetables, ha, ha, ha! You are a snake-charmer!
” and the baby is getting christened next month, we’re grandparents now!”
Abi looked as his watch, at his tomatoes, at the plastic little bags and the lights flickered again.
A couple of dealers from Fox’s previous gang came in and looked down as they met Fox’s father’s eyes. After hesitating, one said
“Can we have three of your magic tomatoes please boss?”
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