|Lucky Tokens by Stefan via Flickr|
“O.K?” Gerald grunted.
“Scrounger attack,” she said, fingering the goose-egg on her temple, “collapsed a roof on me, stole my pack.”
He winced, cast a furtive look at the empty spaces on his shelves. And she, shaking her head slightly, opened the pouches on her belt, said “Wasn’t what I went out for, but…” and slapped several plastic bottles onto the counter with a flourish. “Antibiotics.”
“You do come through.”
“Can’t come back empty-handed. And I won’t,” she insisted. “Now, howsabout my tokens?”
Gerald, grinning, retrieved the lock-box, counted a shining array of plastic and metal coin into her palm.
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For Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. This week's word, by guestblogger Purple Moose, was "Perfectionism" (and its variations).
Went a little light with the word this week, more of a faint theme than anything.