| General Fiction posted July 23, 2014 |
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50-word story
Acta Non Verba
by kiwisteveh
"Excuse me, you spilled my drink."
"What you aimin' to do about it?" the tattooed biker leered.
"Spose I'll just leave."
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"Bar-tender, another round. Wasn't much of a man, was he?"
"Guess not. Guess he couldn't drive no big rig neither -- just crushed fifteen Harleys pulling out of the lot."
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"Excuse me, you spilled my drink."
"What you aimin' to do about it?" the tattooed biker leered.
"Spose I'll just leave."
***************
"Bar-tender, another round. Wasn't much of a man, was he?"
"Guess not. Guess he couldn't drive no big rig neither -- just crushed fifteen Harleys pulling out of the lot."
"What you aimin' to do about it?" the tattooed biker leered.
"Spose I'll just leave."
***************
"Bar-tender, another round. Wasn't much of a man, was he?"
"Guess not. Guess he couldn't drive no big rig neither -- just crushed fifteen Harleys pulling out of the lot."
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