The bearded man moved awkwardly on his prosthetic legs, barely managing to control two grocery bags cradled in his arms.
Edna nodded toward Ed, a clear signal to lend a helping hand. Ed greeted the man, but chose only to give him space.
The man hummed a cheerful tune as he gradually opened his trunk and clumsily lowered the bags. He shut the trunk, and slowly but surely maneuvered his way to the driver’s side of his car.
“Thanks,” the man said pleasantly to Ed.
“But I didn’t do anything. You did it.”
“I know,” the man replied. “Thanks.”
This 99-word story is my contribution to the April 13 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write about offering to help someone."