Short : Nickel Bag by Bill Schott Drabble Flash Fiction contest entry |
![]() "Forty bucks is all I'll give you for this lame shit," said the buyer. Joey accepted the two twenties and walked home through the park. He pulled his half-eaten sandwich out of his pocket and took a last bite. He tossed the rest in a ditch along with an empty jar of oregano.
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