“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?”
Count Count* #quote
Unfortunately Jessica canceled this weekend, but it seems that'll we'll be hanging next weekend so that's good. 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. A massive ding filled the air for miles and a small door opened. A mechanical arm revealed itself with a cup of coffee.
Two men stood next to the device, “Just coffee? All that for coffee? Tom, why would you keep such a thing?” One man asked the other.
“Oh, I won it in a contest. It was free.” Tom replied.