(Author’s Note: Just like last week, nothing new. Enjoy!)
Till The Money Runs Out
by Miles H. Rost
“This is moronic.”
Paul Daniels wouldn’t stop grumbling, and his co-worker Jake Byers had enough.
“Look, Paul. To continue doing what we do, we need money. They are paying us $5,000 each to set up all these eggs in the lake.”
“But it’s stupid. Why does anyone need to have a gender reveal party?”
Jake stood up and scowled.
“Hey, at least they’re not firing off colored explosives in dry grassland like that family did down in Yucaipa last year.”
Paul couldn’t fight that point.
“At least we’ll get to rest after this.”
“Only till the money runs out.”
“Dammit.”
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