Flashed!
Copyright© 2011 by Marc Nobbs
Pie Shop
(299 words)
Jack had spent a cold, damp, winter morning going from one house to the next trying in vain to sell windows. By midday, he was wet, miserable, and famished.
The estate he'd been working had a small shopping precinct at its heart. There was a butcher, baker, newsagent, chip shop, and a small Indian restaurant. There was a long queue in the chippy but Jack didn't want to wait. He tried the bakers, but they didn't have anything that appealed.
There was a sign outside the butchers. "Freshly made, hot meat pies - £1 each."
"Sounds good," said Jack.
He ran into an old man coming out of the butchers. He wore a wide grin and looked very satisfied.
"The pies good then, are they?" asked Jack.
"Dunno," said the man. "I went in for a wank."
"I beg your pardon?"
"There's a girl works here who gives great wanks. Only five quid a tug. She does it out back in the meat fridge. Sounds funny, but by God she's good."
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