Friday Fictioneers: January 28, 2022

Rockin’ Rochelle tempted me with another of her personal pics to inspire this Friday Fictioneer micro-fantasy. In keeping with my bad boy image, I decided to make it a deal.

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Genre: Micro-Fiction
Title: Family Business
Word Count: 100

I’d had a good day at the restaurant. I met some sweet ice and tips were awesome. I decided to visit Cowboy on the way home.

When he opened the door, “Hey Cowboy. How’z it hangin’, Kemosabe?”

He looked both ways. “Don’t call me that. It means idiot. Get in here. Cash only until this virus shit is done. You got green?”

I smiled, waving two bills. “My green for yours, amigo. What you got fer me?”

Someone banged on the door. “Open up. Police.”

I said, “Well, fuck!”

Cowboy said, “Nah. It’s my cousin. The man don’t never knock.”

Look both ways and learn the ropes, cliché or not.
Mind the gaps and lock the door.

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48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: January 28, 2022”

      1. We do walk into our banks in our masks… Oh the irony! I did a couple of weeks ago, as a matter of fact 😉
        We only have to schedule meetings for things like investing money, mortgages, etc.

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  6. Dear Bill,

    His cousin has a strange sense of humor. 😉 You put me in mind of The Far Side where I learned the true meaning of Kemosabe. 😀 Fun stuff. BTW, my mask is purple. Surprised?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Hey, Rochelle.

      We can learn from so many places.

      Of course your mask is purple. I have a black silicone mask I like to call my Darth Vader mask. I love the look and sounds.

      Peace,

      Bill

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