Flashed!
Copyright© 2011 by Marc Nobbs
Value for Money
(286 Words)
Tony had taken up jogging because the doctor had instructed him to improve his fitness levels or risk a heart attack. Every morning before sunrise, he jogged the same circular route from his house, through some of the city streets and the park and back home.
One morning, halfway around his route, he passed a hooker returning from a hard night's work on her back.
"Fifty quid," she called as he jogged past.
Tony was momentarily taken aback at bring propositioned so openly, but he gathered his wits and called back, "Five."
"Fuck off! I'm no bargain basement shag."
The same thing happened every day for the next two weeks. Tony encountered the hooker as she returned home. He jogged by, she quoted a price and he yelled one back. Not once did they agree.
One Saturday, Tony's wife decided to go jogging with him. They left at his usual time, and followed his usual route. Tony only hoped that the hooker had taken the night off.
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