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Cash Deposit
Aug 8, 2024
by Matthew House
NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction Challenge
2nd Place, Round One
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Old Pete. Looking good for a fellow in his early two-thousands.
Brrrannnk!
Pete frowned as he passed my card back.
“I’m sorry sir, but it’s been declined.”
I scowled.
“Why is there a fee? False advertising, bro.”
Pete shrugged. “There’s not a fee, we just need a name and card number for incidentals.”
I looked up. Clouds, harps. Lucille Ball waved. I looked down. Smoke, fire. Pol Pot flipped me the double bird.
“Huge difference?” I asked.
“Nah,” Pete replied. “But downstairs they play Dave Matthews 24/7.”
I shivered.
“Can I do a cash deposit?”
