“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.
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