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| 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.
Next: Game Change
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.
6 comments:
I like it. She sounds like one tough cookie.
loving how this story is developing.
I wouldn't call it a faint theme, I'd call it a pretty strong premise for a promising story. I'm a sucker for post-apocalyptic make-or-break scenarios. Very nice, thanks!
Thank you all for commenting. :)
I'm not sure where this little tale is going, but I'm interested to find out, myself.
Very interesting! I definitely want to know more. :) Great piece!
Thanks for commenting, Aurora. Glad you enjoyed.
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