200 words
By Sniper
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Once upon a time¦
I needed a job.
I see a sign: VACANCIES. I go in.
Slice of beef jerky in a suit, sitting at a desk.
"Type of vacancies you got?
He looks at me the way they do.
"Plenty for the right people.
"Who are they?
"Can you write?
"Sure.
"People like you.
Okay.
"What's the pay?
"$20.
"An hour?
"A piece.
"What's the piece?
He lights a cigarette, sits back.
"A story.
"Story?
"You got it.
"What¦ like reporting?
"Uh-uh. None of that stuff. You gotta make it up. Fiction. Two hunnerd word stories. Dime a word.
The fuck?
"What kinda stories?
"You know. Stories. Beginning, middle, end.
Beginning, middle, end. Stories. Sonofabitch.
"Who's the stories for?
"That ain't your worry. You just write 'em.
200 word stories. That's it.
"Whadda ya say? Give it a try?
What have I got to lose?
"Sure.
He gets up.
"Follow me.
We go through a door in back. A room with a desk, a typewriter, a stack of paper.
"All yours.
I sit at the desk. I roll in a sheet of paper. I stare at it for a long time.
Then I begin typing
Once upon a time¦
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