THE SHUT DOWN SHAKE DOWN, a genre shorties tale. Out of the office.
There is no special significance to the number 53. [If you are 53, disregard the previous sentence.]
This week's idea came, in part, from William Dotani; I modified it -- so if you hate the whole thing, blame us both, but if you only hate half of it, blame me, unless you haven't blamed William for anything in awhile, in which case, let him have it!
Use two (or more) of these PAIRS of words to describe your day at the office.
hop / hope
glob / globe
cop / cope
lob / lobe
bar / bare
spit / spite
Two pairs from the list, that is, should be in your story.
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Your story may be serious or lighthearted or as silly as you like just so long as it is 100 or fewer words.
THE SHUT DOWN SHAKE DOWN
© 2011 by David Wainland
“I hope you get my drift in spite of yourself.”
The bar was crowded and I poured a glass of hops.
“I’m a cop. Your pole dancers are not running around with their bare globes jiggling are they? We will shut this place down. We don’t cope well with lewd stuff in this town.”
I spit shined the pilsner, wiped a glob of foam off the mahogany and I leaned over the top, whispering just above his ear lobe.
“There’s a grand in it for you.”
“I’ll need a table for two in the front for me and the Mayor.”