Elm sat down to nurse a bourbon. Money was tight.
As expected, a cop swaggered in,
'Old timer, I've the... package.'
So it was Budsky.
Outside, the gun made clear who was paying,
'Sorry, nothing personal.'
'Kid, no apologies, you're earned me large. Wave at the camera.'
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.