Flash Fiction about money! Cool.
When was the last time you walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.
It was the early 90’s. Things were good for Steve. He was a car salesman and a darn good one. He had offers from every dealership in town. His sales manager, Don, invited him to lunch at a restaurant.
“Steve,” Don said. “I’m glad we could have lunch together.”
“Me too,” Steve said. “I left my wallet at home today. All I got is a quarter in my pocket. I was going to have to bum a couple dollars from you anyway.”
They ordered and ate.
Don was not his jovial self during the meal. Something was on his mind.
“I wanted to speak to you about something,” Don said.
“Fire away,” Steve said.
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