“I'm just
singing in the rain.”
Noah*
#quote
Today I
pondered on story ideas and worked on my art. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Every Man
Has His Price
A twenty foot
by twenty foot contraption whirred and buzzed. A stainless steel
exterior hid whatever laid inside. To an outside observer only a
massive cube creating the most elaborate of noises could be heard.
Between the mechanical noises the clucking of chickens and plucking
of guitar strings reverberated inside. Or at least some inner motors,
gears or pistons that produced such sounds.
Two men stood
beside the device.
“Tom, where
did you get such a thing?” One man asked the other.
“Oh, I won it
in a contest. It was free.”
A massive ding
filled the air for miles and a small door opened. A mechanical arm
revealed itself with a cup of coffee.
The first man
spoke again, “Just coffee? All that for coffee? Why would you keep
such a thing?”
Tom replied, “I
won it in a contest. It was free.”
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