Ole Hank hit on his pint of Thunderbird, surveyed the yard with a cocked eye while the girl waited.
“I ain’t paying extra for them flowers,” was all he said.
She knew they didn’t cost nothing, and besides, she done that after all the other work. It did look nice, and was even funny in its way, though Ole Hank didn’t see the joke.
He grudgingly hauled out his pocketbook and peeled off three soiled bills, held out a grubby hand spattered with liver spots.
She put the money away. “So I come back tomorrow? They’s still plenty to do.”
🙂 I liked your take on this!
A vignette, like a glimpse through a keyhole into another world
You are consistently good with your stories. Great. take.
I think I like her. She’s a smart one and has one up on Ole Hank.
She’s going to be needed there for a looooong time!
I like the way Ol’ Hank cocked one eye. It reminded me of Jack Elam in some old western movie.
Nice take on the prompt.