Friday, July 17, 2009

The Cash Register

by Ari Collins


"Short again, Nessa?" I asked. "Next bathroom break, palm a twenty, then slip it into your register."

"Wow, lame," she giggled. "You've seriously been putting your own money in?"

I mumbled, "I don't like being yelled at."

Nor being laughed at. But I still miss Nessa. I got fired for slipping cash into her register.

2 comments:

Sonja Nitschke said...

I really like this one! I think it's better than the original draft you had up on air theremin. Bit more tragic I think.

abbreviatedman said...

Thanks! Yeah, that often happens when I return to a story. I find an ending that works waaaay better than the last one. Happened with The Last Man on Earth, too, which originally had a really cliched sci-fi twist. (You can see the original of that one at http://airtheremin.wordpress.com/2008/09/22/last-man-on-earth-new-55/ )