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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Reading 100 Words, I thought about a few short bits I've thrown together and decided weren't worth fleshing out. Here's one, but it's 141 words:
One Century
Kansas City, 1890. A woman goes into a saloon, sits down next to a guy wearing blue jeans, a flannel shirt and cowboy boots. A cowboy hat sits on the counter.
“Hey there, whatcha do for a living?”
“Does it look like I’m the tooth fairy? I’m a rancher. Ranch hand, actually, but I’m saving up to get me a couple acres of my own.”
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Kansas City, 1990. A woman goes into a bar, sits down next to a guy wearing blue jeans, a flannel shirt and cowboy boots. A cowboy hat sits on the counter.
“Hey there, whatcha do for a living?”
“Hi, my name’s Tom, Tom with Century 21. Are you new in town? If you’re looking for a place, I got a great listing this afternoon - a 2-bedroom ranch. It’s a fixer-upper, but the price is right.”
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Incidentally, the linking is goofy, but I believe here is where today's story is; click "comments" to see off-site contributions.
posted by gbarto at 12:10 PM
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