Thursday, May 24, 2007

55 words

I've submitted this to the website that the idea for the exercise came from, but they did not take it.

“You owe me twenty dollars.”

I crossed a room to tell the stranger this. Naturally, he was baffled, but the money was already earned.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked, in that indignant way never mistaken for courtesy.

“Your eyes have followed me all night, good sir,” I said. “I worked hard for that smile.”

1 comment:

Rachel said...


Boy, I hate customer service.