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Sunday Micro Fiction: Fifty Words using Five Prompted Words

Ran­dall Brown

Twen­ty-five craw­dad tor­tillas, dozens of mint juleps, bong hits sprin­kled with powder–cocaine, ecstasy?–and down to your last dime, you stood on the edge of the Quar­ter, argu­ing for a nitrous oxide-filled bal­loon on the house.

You’ll just want more,” the sales­man said.

You’ll always be here,” you answered.

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