Friday Fictioneers 11-4- 2016




“It’s cute,” Susie said. “Let’s see if they have cold drinks.” She got out of the car, heading towards the door. Sam followed.

“Can I help ya?” the old man asked from behind the counter. Nodded them towards the refrigerated case.

As they debated choices, the old man walked up behind them, splitting both their heads open with his ax.

“Looks neat,” Kimmy said, heading towards the Trading Post door, husband following behind.

“Can we help you? asked the young couple behind the counter.

“Cold drink?”

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