He couldn’t count change. Not for nothing. Gas, sweet-leaf baccy, or them Baby Ruths.
My sweet devil. A sixth grade education only got him so far. He kept his customers waiting, while he dialed me back at home. I did the figuring, see. I had to figure, something was better than nothing.
That’d be Chanute.
This week we were given a page from the Oxford English Dictionary. The ninety-ninth page, to be exact, to celebrate Trifecta’s ninety-ninth writing challenge. From the dictionary page, we chose any word, any definition, to use in our post. And instead of the typical 33-333 word limit, we were asked for 99 words exactly. The word I chose was baccy (colloquial for tobacco), in honor of my fearless Grandpa Ross.
You can write your own 99-word story and link up here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ ($99 is the booty!)