Flash fiction: Stock and Dance

FacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailby Raymond Alexander Kukkee   Flash fiction Word Limit:  50 words.   “Stock  “You better take stock, mister!” she wagged her finger, scolding the young man hiding in the corner. Geoff was sullen, running his finger around the warm edge of his coffee mug.  He looked at her shamefully, his shoulders drooped. “Of what?” he asked. “Everything!  It’s  inventory time!” # “Dance” “ ‘Ya wanna dance, honey?”  The woman called out. “ I only dance with beautiful women” he said, sneering. “Well, dance then!”  She pulled the pearl-handled .45 and fired  five times, missing his feet by inches. He hopped around, yelping. “Now that’s dancing!” the barkeep observed. “That’s Annie Oakley” another replied. #FacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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