Chris was walking along the shopping district when he was halted by a suspicious looking man in a wind-breaker. "Hey, psst. Kid! Over here!" Chris looked at the man, clearly indicating towards him. He pointed a thumb at his chest, shrugged and shimmied over. "Hello my good man? How's the street pharmaceuticals business treating you?" Scarred lips parted to make way for a crooked grin. "I've been doing allright. But not in drugs anymore, Chris. Those things are bad for ya health. I've got a new business. 'm a prospector! Here ! found this thingamajig just the other day by the side of the river. Only 20 bucks for you! " Chris studied the contraption a little closer. It looked like a standard buzzer prank, but something was different. This one wasn't made of plastic, it was solid wooden with a chromed bell in the middle. On the back side arcane inscribings were etched into the wood. "20 bucks ! No way! I'll give you a dollar, at most." Chris said, not really prepared to spend any money on stuff offered by hobo's. "Alright, final offer. 5 bucks and I'll be out of your hair forever. Take it or leave it." Chris pondered, then thought, then pondered some more. In the end he flipped a coin and decided to do it. "Alright, what the hey. Here's a fiver." "And here is your thingamajig. So long, sucker!" The man with questionable occupation dissapeared around a corner laughing.
Chris put the buzzer on his hand. Felt comfortable enough. He wondered who he would trick first with this. Oh wait! He knew !
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