Ranger Girls

Flash Fiction

Ranger Girls

“Nobody is home,” Janet said after she rang the bell many times.

“Maybe their doorbell is broken, try knocking.”

“You try. I did the doorbell.”

Sue started knocking, then pounding on the door.

“Stop! They’re not home!’

“Well, I want to be home! I’m tired of walking around trying to sell these cookies! You can buy cookies at the store, and they cost a lot less too!” Janet said.

“Store cookies are never as good as these.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No actually. Maybe they do taste like other cookies, but these cookies are special.”

“And how? They’re just cookies.”

“No, they’re Ranger Girl Cookies! It isn’t the taste it’s the reason they exist. People who buy them are buying them to help keep the Ranger Girls Clubs going. They know how great it is that the girls in the Ranger’s are learning all kinds of learn worthy things that you don’t get in school.”

“Like what…” Janet said, not expecting a worthwhile answer. After all it was just Ranger Girls.

“Like having friends and working with them. Like seeing thing that aren’t right and helping to fix them, like when we bring food to the food bank. Like taking care of ourselves. Like caring for our family as much as they care for us.”

“Hold on!” yelled Janet. You think we learn that stuff at Ranger Girls?”

“Don’t we? When was the last time your parents told you what to do if you saw someone hurting someone else?”

“Call the police…”

“Yes, we learned that in Ranger Girls.”

“Well, also my father is a police man…”

“Oh…” Janet said, giving up.

“But, he was the one who signed me up for Ranger Girls, maybe because of all that stuff you said. Let’s try next door.”

They sold twenty-seven more boxes!