Short : Nickel Bag by Bill Schott Drabble Flash Fiction contest entry |
Joey took the nickel bag out of his coat pocket. It was obvious to any connoisseur of cannabis that this offering was desperate and amateurish. Stems and seeds were still visible. There was a smell of peanut butter from the sandwich which had been Joey's lunch. "Forty bucks is all I'll give you for this lame shit," said the buyer. Joey accepted the two twenties and walked home through the park. He pulled his half-eaten sandwich out of his pocket and took a last bite. He tossed the rest in a ditch along with an empty jar of oregano.
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