Wednesday is the day for a small story. I was asked last week why I write these stories. My answer came quick. I write them for the pure pleasure of doing so. I like to take a break from my novel (#3) and just start a story to see where it goes. These are all written by the seat of my pants and are designed to start in one direction and hopefully finish in another. Also one small feature, they are 100% dialog. I find dialog to be a challenge and therefore fun in and of itself. So here is this week’s offering, I hope you enjoy it
The Dollar by John W. Howell
“What you got there?”
“It’s a dollar.”
“Where did you get a dollar?”
“I found it on the street.”
“Oh you did, did you?”
“Yes and I was just thinking on what I want to buy.”
“Whereabouts on the street?”
“Right over there. By the fire hydrant.”
“By the fire hydrant? Don’t you know that is city property.”
“Yeah so?”
“Well that dollar really belongs to the city.”
“It does?”
“Yes it does. You could get in a lot of trouble by not turning it in.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“I’m talking jail time or a fine for stealing.”
“A dollar?”
“Okay suit yourself. Just don’t get caught.”
“Wait. What should I do?”
“Give me the dollar and I’ll turn it in for you.”
“You’d do that for me Frank.”
“Sure we’re pals aren’t we?”
“Okay here. I’m going home now.”
“Okay see ya around. Heh heh.”
“Excuse me kid, but what cha got there?”
“Where officer?”
“In your hand. Looks like a dollar. You didn’t pick it up by the fire hydrant did you? You know that could be considered stealing.”
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The tough life of a dollar bill.
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Ha! Nice twist! It works well as all dialog, but it’s hard to tell the age of the two main speakers til the cop calls him kid.
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Very right. I really didn’t want you to know the ages. The cop obviously made the story come true so I wanted you to wait until the end to get a sense of how old these two guys really were. Do we in fact know if the cop is telling the truth?
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Sounds like something my husband would do to pass time once he retires 😀
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The etymology of money. Sheesh.
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Yes, Thanks
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The root of all evil
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Love of is the root. Money itself is totally innocent.
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And you know a big smile came over my face when I saw “Frank” … heh heh heh 🙂
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heh, heh, heh
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