Ain’t Got That Sort Of Time – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..


Ain’t Got That Sort Of Time

Duncan locks the door and turns to Angela and smiles broadly. “It’s good to see you honey,” he says as he rushes towards her.

“Thanks love, it’s a pity for you I don’t feel the same,” she says as she raises a small revolver that stops him in his tracks.

“What the FUCK is this BULLSHIT!”

“It’s nothing personal love, I just need some coin, and I need it fast.”

“Shit, if you need coin, I’d gladly give you some. All you have to do is polish my nob.”

“Honey, I ain’t got the time. Now empty the cash register!”

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